"Haoran, are you playing with me? What do you mean by no?"
"You told me that if we got married now, then you would give me my card. Now we are married, so what is the 'no' for?"
"That was the condition I made with your parents. But that doesn't mean I plan to follow it."
A smirk tugged at Haoran's lips as he playfully winked at Zixuan.
He didn't need to say more. Zixuan already had enough. Since when did he soften like this? What happened to him—the one who usually threw punches at Haoran without hesitation?
And just like before, with clenched fists, Zixuan's punch landed hard on Haoran's lip.
Haoran didn't move, didn't dodge, didn't even raise a hand in defense. He just sat there, his lip split, blood glistening faintly as the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.
Zixuan's eyes widened. He looked at his fist, then at Haoran's lip in shock. "Why didn't you dodge?"
"If I dodged, you would've been angry."
