Leng Mohan chuckled. He knew that what Luo Jiaojiao said was not wrong. He was attracted to Luo Jiaojiao largely because of her beautiful appearance and gentle temperament, which was exactly what he liked.

However, at this moment, he also realized that his feelings for her might be deeper than they appeared.

He sighed softly, walked to Luo Jiaojiao, squatted down, put his hands on her shoulders and looked at her: "Jiaojiao, I admit that your face attracts me, but that's not all. I like your whole person, and your temperament is also very good. These are the reasons why I like you."

Luo Jiaojiao raised her head, tears glistening in her eyes. She felt Leng Mohan's love for her. She said softly, "Brother Leng, I like you too. I know what I said just now was a bit too much, but I am actually afraid of losing you."

"You are right. I chose to marry you because I wanted to repay Uncle Luo's kindness. But the reason I really want to spend my life with you and become a real couple is because of your unique charm. Your appearance has deeply attracted me."

Leng Mohan admitted frankly, not hiding anything from her. Luo Jiaojiao's words reminded him that although his appearance was the reason why she liked him in the first place, he also understood that he was not just a person with a beautiful appearance.

"Now, we are a real couple. You don't just have your beauty to rely on, you also have me, a person who will always be by your side, supporting you, and facing everything in life with you."

He looked at her gently but firmly, his eyes full of promise and determination.

"Really? If one day I get a scar on my face or body, will you really not care?" There was a hint of temptation in Luo Jiaojiao's voice.

Past experiences emerged in her mind, those dangerous things that could have injured her and left her with scars. Lin Li was always so nervous and worried.

Luo Jiaojiao understood her worries, which were nothing more than fears that the scars would affect her value and make her no longer perfect. Later, Luo Jiaojiao even felt like she was a fragile glass doll, and she had to be careful with every move, fearing any accidents.

"Don't worry, I won't let you get hurt, let alone leave any scars. I do like your looks, but I also care about your health. Even if you are really hurt, I won't give up on you because of the scars. Since I have made the choice, I will be responsible for you to the end, so please don't think too much." Leng Mohan stroked her hair gently and said softly.

He then asked, "Do you need me to carry you to wash up?" Luo Jiaojiao shook her head gently and replied with a smile, "I can do it myself." Although her movements were slow, she seemed firm and confident.

Leng Mohan stood by her side and guarded her until he was sure that she was really okay, then he left with peace of mind.

Luo Jiaojiao lowered her eyes, trying her best to avoid Leng Mohan seeing the tears in her eyes. She really met someone who really cared about her, and she was deeply moved by this warmth.

In the bathroom, Luo Jiaojiao silently adjusted her mood before walking out again. Her eyes were slightly red, and it was obvious that she had just cried.

Leng Mohan noticed her strangeness and frowned slightly, "Are you crying? Did I say something unpleasant to make you unhappy?" He looked at the girl in front of him who was always a little spoiled, and his tone was full of concern.