Weak? That is probably the last word that appears on Guan Xian's mind upon facing his beloved woman. He never saw someone so sober and clear-headed after waking up from a coma. Xia Sha is truly, far away from the word weak.
"You obviously could manipulate me with my own words. No one would say you are weak," Guan Xian hissed but then pretended to scumbled.
"I'll ask-"
"Don't ask Yun-Ah. I'm sure nobody could object to your word here. Right? You are the almighty fiancee of Xia Sha. I'm sure you will have your way without asking permission from anyone," Xia Sha smirked as she sneakily held Guan Xian's tail.
Guan Xian bit his lower lips and squinted his eyes at Xia Sha as he didn't know how to expressed his admiration and hatred at the same time toward this sly fox.
Xia Sha wrinkles her nose, knowing that she has snatched the trophy from Guan Xian's hand. Taking a sip of water from the glass beside her bed, Xia Sha celebrated her victory.
