She turned around, using her elbow to push against him, trying to create some distance between them.
Jiang Yanting lowered his eyes and watched her. He suddenly reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, looking at her earnestly, "Before, you said you couldn't face me. Can you now?"
Her eyes, black as ink, shone breathtakingly bright. Shen Zhixian wanted to dodge, but before her lower back could touch the Liuli Platform, he wrapped his arm around her, and Shen Zhixian was left feeling frustrated.
However, Jiangjiang was still outside, and between the kitchen and the living room was a glass door that couldn't block any sound. She dared not raise her voice, so she could only look up and glare at him.
"Ready to look at me?"
"..."
"If you nod..." his fingers suddenly slid down her face, pinching her chin and lifting it slightly. His eyes, pitch black, stared intently at her, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, "Then I am your husband..."
