She had planned all of this, but she didn't understand why just now it clearly seemed sarcastic. Now it hurt her deeply, just the thought of it was unbearable.
"Wifey, don't be difficult." Huo Beijiang said helplessly, "Apart from you, I wouldn't want anyone else. No one else catches my eye."
Nan Fei pursed her lips, not knowing what to say for a moment. She was almost losing her footing, all her plans were weak against him. He always had a way to leave her powerless, wanting to resent but unable to, wanting to hate but incapable of doing so.
Love has worn her out, she didn't want to love anymore, yet she couldn't let go.
"Wifey? What are you daydreaming about?" Huo Beijiang walked up to the sofa where Nan Fei was sitting, easily swinging his leg over to sit on the armrest, his tall and slender figure slightly hunched, effectively encircling Nan Fei loosely in his embrace.
