Le Tian pursed her lips slightly, still unable to make herself reply to Ding Junqi.
Ding Junqi reached out and held Le Tian's wrist. "Even if time and space change, I won't change my habits. I don't touch people I don't like, and I definitely won't let anyone I don't like give birth to my children."
"Can you not embarrass yourself when you speak? Why didn't you think of this when you picked on me earlier?" Le Tian said straightforwardly.
Could he claim that he made that mistake out of anger?
"Ding Junqi, let me tell you. I don't want to marry you," said Le Tian as she gripped at the clothes in her hands. She did not like the current situation at all—overwhelmed by this feeling of helplessly trapped.
What she really minded right now was how Ding Junqi had been picking on her in the past few years.
The more that was the case, the more frustrated she felt.
Ding Junqi sat on the bed and looked at Le Tian. "What exactly do you want?"
