I nodded, my throat suddenly dry. "What is it?"
"What do you think of our relationship?"
I froze. I had expected questions about Mo Yuzhen. About the proposal. About the trouble. But this—this caught me completely off guard.
"Why are you asking that?" I asked softly.
"Just answer me honestly," he said, his thumb brushing my jaw.
I bit my lip, my heart pounding. "In the beginning…" I said slowly, "I just wanted to get rid of you. You seemed like a madman who had suddenly barged into my life, took advantage of my drunken state, and made me sign the marriage contract, and a pervert who loved teasing me."
He leaned in suddenly and pecked my cheek, then the other, and chuckled, "Guilty as charged."
I glared at him playfully. "I was thinking of a way to get out of this marriage, since being single and living my life on my own terms was my life goal, but now...."
"Now?" he murmured, drawing out the word lazily, almost like a seductive whisper.
