Seeing that Xian Yijun remained unmoved, Wei Zhijuan puckered her lips and kissed his cheek. "Sing a song for me, please? When you asked me to marry you, I accepted it and didn't even make things hard for you. But when I asked you for this one request, you didn't even want to grant it to me. I want you to sing a song for me. I want to hear your voice."
Wei Zhijuan began to sharpen her seduction skills and kept rubbing his shoulder and neck. "Yijun, I want to hear you sing."
The song Guo Bo had chosen was a pop song. It sounded good, but this song was not Xian Yijun's style. When she saw that he wasn't budging, she gave in and said, "How about I pick a song for you?"
She got up and walked to the music machine, but Xian Yijun grabbed her hand when she walked around the table and gently patted his thigh. "Sit down."
