When the yellow light lit up, Bo Sishen started the engine, and as he made a left turn, his rich, soothing voice resounded inside the narrow car, "Nian Nian, whoever you think I am, that's who I am, as long as you dare to think it."
Mu Shini found Bo Sishen's words somewhat baffling. She looked at his perfect profile and asked softly, "If I say you're my husband, then you're my husband?"
Screech—
Bo Sishen had only been driving for two minutes when she suddenly said that, catching him off guard for a moment, and the car came to an abrupt stop at the roadside.
His deep eyes fixed steadily on her; he spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "Repeat what you just said!"
Mu Shini didn't anticipate he would suddenly stop the car on the road. Her body lurched forward, and after sitting back properly, she saw his complex expression while staring at her, asking her to repeat what she just said. She was a bit stunned.
