'She decided it was better to be a little petty. If she kept too many things bottled up inside, misunderstandings would easily pile up.'
'She had the best man in the world; she refused to let some cliché, dramatic plotline ruin it.'
"Okay." Bei Mingyuan didn't explain further, simply nodding in agreement.
The more he acted this way, the more magnanimous and honorable he appeared, making it even clearer that he and Ye Ling truly had nothing more than a superior-subordinate relationship.
"Right now, your heart belongs to me, and your body belongs to me, too," Xin Huohuo announced possessively, her hands sliding all over Bei Mingyuan. "Your shoulders are mine. Your arms are mine. Your lips are mine, and your tender gaze is mine. As for the other parts of you… if I haven't 'unsealed' or 'conquered' them yet, you have to save them all for me."
"Okay." His word was his bond, his promise as solid as a mountain.
