Zhixi's face was flushed with shame, too embarrassed to open her eyes.
"He Jingyao, I want to separate from you!" Her voice was hoarse and sharp, tinged with a hint of crying.
"Oh? So you're still not satisfied..." he murmured huskily, his hot palm caressing her lower back once again.
Zhixi shivered, quickly pushing his hand away: "Satisfied, more than satisfied!"
"Then, are you still curious about other men?" He lifted her chin, his voice deep.
Zhixi met his dark eyes, her own brimming with tears as she shook her head: "No... not at all anymore, I promise!"
To show her determination, Zhixi wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice soft: "Really... As I was watching, I thought, compared to you, those men are nothing. Why on earth would Zhuo Yuwei think I'd be interested in them? It's a total insult to my taste!"
At this, He Jingyao's eyes grew even darker.
His Adam's apple bobbed several times before he gave her a peck on the lips like a reward: "That's more like it."
