"I did not," Nian Junting's lips curled into a grin and reached out to pinch her nose affectionately, "You're jealous, I don't know what to do, you women are always jealous, what's so great about being jealous?"
Luo Sang had little energy to protest. As if he was not a jealous man, he was obviously more jealous than anyone else.
"Don't you know how intelligent I am? To someone like me, unbuttoning a shirt is the simplest of things. Of course, if you don't believe me, I can prove myself by unbuttoning all your clothes in half a minute," Nian Junting said gleefully.
"… Enough," Luo Sang sunk into the corner of her seat subconsciously, "I believe you, let's go."
She strongly suspected that there would come a day she would be driven mad by him.
She was always deeply moved and touched by him in one moment, and then infuriated to the point of wanting to beat him up in the next.
No wonder, it is said that relationships are a love-hate affair.
