"You are my wife, don't you mind those women?" He looked up, his smile faint at the corners of his mouth, but his dark eyes were downcast, showing no trace of jest.
Gu Qiangwei frowned, staring at him in confusion.
What was with this man? He knew they were a pretend couple, so what did the women around him have to do with her?
Yet, at this moment, he spoke with such seriousness that it seemed as if she were his legitimate wife.
The man's eyes, as if possessing endless magic, could ensnare one with the slightest carelessness. Gu Qiangwei quickly averted her gaze.
"I don't mind!"
Qin Sijue's gaze darkened as he stared at her deliberately evasive face.
Two seconds later, he changed the topic, focusing on her now less swollen ankle, "Does it still hurt?"
Gu Qiangwei looked down at her foot, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
As she finished speaking, she withdrew her foot from his leg.
Then, she was about to head upstairs.
