Ever since he woke up that evening, Lao Si had been waiting for her. He waited for a very long time, hoping she would come back soon. The Golden Triangle was indeed a dangerous place. Since they had arrived there, he had seen more dead bodies than he could count on both hands. He knew his wife was strong, and he knew she was skilled in combat. So far, he had never seen anyone who could defeat her. But knowing was one thing, and worrying was another; he was still scared. He dared not leave, fearing that if he left rashly and his wife returned, they might miss each other again. So all he could do was wait. After pulling his wife into their room and closing the door, he pressed her against it. His kisses were like a blazing fire, like a wild beast, gnawing at her, biting her. The man of few words could only use this method to confirm she was safe, to be sure she was by his side. These days, they were almost inseparable. She couldn’t stand being away from him, not even for a moment. He was clingy, just like Third Brother. Third Brother was also clingy, but they expressed it differently. Third Brother could carelessly snuggle up to his wife, displaying affection anytime and anywhere. But he, behind closed doors, showed only her his most raw and genuine self. "Mmm, Liang Haoming...," she wanted to push him away, his lips and tongue plundering her mouth, taking away her oxygen, and she could hardly breathe. Then suddenly, he grabbed her hand and pressed it against the door panel. "Don’t leave me again." After the kiss, his breathing was a bit rapid. His voice was deep, like a large bell. His dark eyes weren’t as empty as usual but were profound, sharp, and intense. He was quite serious and stern in his demand, "—Don’t leave me again!" She panicked a bit, "I wasn’t going to leave you," her hand pressed against the door, her small body pinned to the door panel. Unable to move her body, she nudged her little head against him, "Did I make you worry? I..." I just thought, to let you sleep a bit more, to rest a little longer: "I won’t do that again. From now on, no matter where I go, I will tell you in advance, okay?" Her apology was earnest. He sighed deeply, releasing the frustration that had been gnawing at his heart. His body felt weak and collapsed, his forehead resting on her shoulder. Sniffing the fragrance coming from her body, he seemed reassured, gradually closing his eyes. From now on, you must tell me, take me with you, you mustn’t leave me, remember that, because this is your promise to me. His restraint on her gradually relaxed. She wrapped her small hands around his neck, then touched his head, gently massaging the back of his skull. "Haoming, what exactly are you worried about?" she murmured, "What are you feeling uneasy about? I’m right here, we’re together. I won’t leave you. Even if I might step out briefly, I will be back soon." Then he pursed his lips. How much he worried, how uneasy he felt? "Try to trust me a bit, can’t you? Before...when I left home before, it was my fault," but she had corrected her past behaviors! "In the future, I will never be like that again. So, don’t worry anymore, okay?" He pursed his lips, nodding slightly. Then he took a small step back, "You... your clothes are wet."