C83 She's My Mrs Su

Carrying Lin Yovmi to the front passenger seat, Su Yichen carefully put away her seat belt. Su Yichen touched Lin Yovmi's hair and was about to shut the car door.

"..." Lin Yovmi quickly held Su Yichen's hand. Her pink lips slightly opened, but no words came out for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Su Yichen bent his knees and asked softly.

"I …" Lin Yovmi paused, her voice choked with emotions