Zhou Mochen lowered his head and kissed the wide-eyed girl in his arms. "Why that expression?"
"Um," Xu Su blinked. "I just feel like you've changed. You're not quite like the you I remember."
"And what am I like in your memory?" Zhou Mochen massaged the back of her neck in exasperation and said softly, "Sweetheart, don't think so badly of me. I'm willing to give all my tenderness and patience to you."
Xu Su murmured an "Oh," not quite believing him.
'I've known for a long time that he's probably drawn a line in the sand,' she thought. 'As long as I don't cross it, he can hide his domineering, tyrannical nature and maintain this gentle facade.'
'All I hope for is that he'll be willing to lower his standards for me, little by little. At the very least, I hope he doesn't make me feel suffocated.'
'Compared to my past life, where he'd fly into a rage if I just said a few extra words to someone or smiled at a strange man, this version of him is indeed much, much better.'
