If he could do it, he wouldn't be sitting here in the dead of night, hashing it out with her.
What's he like with others? With others, he gets tired of looking at them and fed up with talking to them. But what about her? Completely the opposite.
"Why don't you tell me, if I were good to you, how would that be?" Fu Shihan asked, puzzled.
"...It's inappropriate."
"Why is it inappropriate?" Fu Shihan was annoyed. "I've even put on an engagement ring for you, and you're telling me it's inappropriate?"
His aggressive attitude left Su Wanxin at a loss for words, so she had to lower her head and look at her hands.
Fu Shihan couldn't stand her doing this, and simply reached out to pull her over.
Su Wanxin fell into his arms unguarded, and when she looked up, her reddened eyes entered his line of sight, reminding him of what others had said about her at the banquet—comments on her being strong and the like.
