Chapter 1005 - Love Is A Weakness

Long Jinjing stared at Lu Zihao through dazed, sleepy, half-lidded eyes.

"Ah, I'm dreaming of you again, you jerk," she mumbled before closing her eyes and falling asleep again.

When her breathing became deep and regular again, Lu Zihao slowly released the breath he didn't notice that he was holding.

"A jerk, huh." He raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips raising into a devilish smirk.

She had never called him such names to his face before. Was this how she thought of him now or did she always thought of him as a jerk? For some reason, he didn't feel insulted. On the contrary, he found it quite refreshing that his little Miss Prim and Proper lady could also utter words of insult about him.

Then her breath hitched all of a sudden and a single tear escaped from the corner of her eye. "Nikolai."

His smile froze. He watched as her eyelashes and lips trembled after whispering his name while dreaming. He reached over and wiped the tear with his fingers.

"Jinjing, don't cry," he whispered.

Perhaps feeling the warmth of his fingers on her cheek, she instinctively moved closer to him. "I love you, Nikolai, you jerk."

His hand touching her froze as he felt something in his chest shake.

"Are you awake, Jinjing?"

No answer.

Her chest continued to rise and fall in a regular rhythm, indicating that she was still asleep and was just sleep-talking.

He took a long, deep breath and exhaled it carefully while doing his damn best to calm himself down after hearing Long Jinjing declaring her love for him again even while sleeping. Many indescribable and complicated emotions swirled and swelled within him, making his chest feel as if it was being crushed from the inside by a powerful but intangible force.

For the first time ever, he wondered what it would be like if he was a normal man living a regular life, a man without memories of a dangerous past life as the infamous and deadly heir of what was once known as the most powerful criminal family in the international underworld, a man who wasn't consumed by an almost obsessive thirst for vengeance.

If he were