Qu Xiaojue finally looked up, staring at him intensely, her expression resolute: “I don’t care who you are. I only know you are my husband, and you can’t change that.”
Hearing this sarcastic question, she suddenly smiled softly, embracing his waist, lowering her head to bury herself in his pale neck.
I often think about how you say I don’t understand self-restraint, responsibility, or life’s tranquility. But you always push me away. You may be cold to everyone, and even though you care for An’er, it’s just the concern a senior should have for the younger generation. However, you’re so close to Shen Kuang—”
She paused, staring at him: “I was so angry I went to see him. He was considerate and understanding. But I actually felt he couldn’t compare to your cold aloofness, couldn’t compare to how you pierce my heart with every word, couldn’t compare to your upright and elegant demeanor, couldn’t compare to how you never look at me—I am truly…”
Xu Wanzhi said: “Masochistic.”
“Indeed, that’s exactly it,” Qu Xiaojue laughed: “From tonight on, we will always be together.”
Being this frank, she was determined to become husband and wife with him.
Xu Wanzhi shivered, advising: “Qu Xiaojue, from a certain perspective, your situation is just an obsession caused by confusion. Let go, and you’ll be free.”
With a touch of his fingertips, the suppressed energy instantly returned. Xu Wanzhi sprang up, but Qu Xiaojue anticipated this and was pressing down heavily, about to kiss him.
He immediately turned his head, and she heavily kissed his cheek. Xu Wanzhi, both ashamed and angry, cursed: “Qu Xiaojue, do you have no sense of propriety for a woman!”
Hearing this, she laughed matter-of-factly: “Husband, I only believe that men should be reserved.”
He suddenly realized the strangeness of tonight; it turns out how a woman handles a man is actually normal!
Pressed down by her, Xu Wanzhi struggled to break free but was pressed even tighter the next moment. He suddenly stopped struggling and asked softly: “What exactly do you want?”
Their identities were already exposed, yet she still—
Seeing he had stopped moving, Qu Xiaojue stared at him, her cold eyes looking at him as if he was doing something ridiculous.
