Yan Zhan saw her finish speaking, her face lifted, eyes bright and clear, and suddenly felt a warmth at the bottom of his heart. He stroked her hair, sighed, and spoke in a husky voice.
"Thirsty? Do you want to drink some water before you continue your tirade against me?"
Zhan Se stiffened her back, glared at him, and said, "Am I not right?"
Yan Zhan smiled again, kissed her forehead, and teased her with interest, "You just want to prompt me into telling some truths, don't you? It's a pity, though, that my will has always been very strong. Even with a beauty in my arms, such tricks of seduction aren't too effective! Unless you..."
Bit by bit, his face came closer until his lips were less than two centimeters from hers.
"Unless, you stay by my side and never leave again."
Feeling as if her face had been scorched by hot coals, Zhan Se's heart trembled with alarm.
