This feeling of being cherished made Feng Wanrou fall in little by little, and she really was about to lose herself completely.
But the more she was loved like this, the less real it felt to Feng Wanrou.
"Xuanxuan, I know I shouldn't ask you this, nor should I doubt you, but I really can't be at ease... Did you fall in love with me because I resemble your mother, or..."
Feng Wanrou didn't dare to continue, after all, the age gap between them was so significant.
Wen Xuan reflected on himself: "It's all my fault, I didn't make it clear to you, Rourou. If I truly thought you were like my mom, why would I have that kind of relationship with you? Can I have such a thing with my mom? It's only because I fell in love with you."
Feng Wanrou quickly said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't want to say such things, I... oh dear, I should give myself a good beating, just look at what I've been saying."
Wen Xuan immediately reached out and grabbed her.
