Xie Jinbai's heart burned. His arms tightened around her as he lowered his head to gaze at the woman in his arms. "Yaoyao, you do like me, don't you?"
As if afraid of scaring her, his voice was very soft. His deep eyes were now rippling with a gentle light, which, paired with his stern face, was a tenderness truly capable of making one's head spin.
Cui Lingyao felt her heart pound.
She didn't understand how the topic had suddenly shifted to this, out of nowhere.
'We're already married, practically an old couple, and we've been through hell and back. Discussing whether we like each other or not at this point... isn't that a little...'
The woman in his arms' eyelashes fluttered, but she refused to speak. Xie Jinbai's eyes darkened slightly, and he whispered, "Do you really not like me?"
Cui Lingyao was the type to yield to softness but not to force. Seeing this usually forceful and decisive man speak in such a crestfallen tone, she couldn't help but feel a little unsettled.
