"Do you have someone you love?"
A magnetic voice suddenly rang in Jiang Siming's ear, full of charm and mystery.
"Girl! Don't you already know whether I do or not?"
Jiang Siming laughed, laughed with utter happiness, laughed with deep relief. This voice was so familiar, and at that moment, all the memories buried in his mind erupted.
"Sigh! Brother Siming! Third Brother really guessed right. How did you know it was me?"
A seven-colored radiance appeared out of thin air before Jiang Siming. First, a pair of jade-like hands slowly reached out from within the light, then a playful figure suddenly rushed into Jiang Siming's arms.
"Brother Siming! Do you know how much everyone misses you?"
The woman spoke almost chokingly, her tone brimming with longing.
"You're a deity now, at any rate. Why are you still like this?" Jiang Siming gently stroked the person in his arms, joy filling his entire body.
Jiang Siming had indeed guessed correctly. This so-called Goddess of Love was none other than Ning Rongrong. Perhaps only Ning Rongrong could be this mischievous and eccentric, toying with Huo Yuhao and the others in circles in the original work.
"No, I'm not. You'll always be my Brother Siming," Ning Rongrong said coquettishly.
"Don't be like this! A friend's wife is not to be... rude to! No... a friend's wife must not be coveted. If that guy Oscar knew we were like this, wouldn't he die of jealousy?" Jiang Siming said helplessly, trying to push away Ning Rongrong, who was clinging tightly to him.
"He won't! Little Ao knew long ago that you would come. It's just that this is my territory, so no one else can descend here. But they can all see what's happening here!" Ning Rongrong playfully stuck out her tongue and finally