Blood swiftly welled up, Shi Yuhuan's body tensed, but he didn't cry out in pain, instead, his obsidian-like eyes sparked with light.
He gently stroked Song Qinghuan's hair and pulled her closer into the nape of his neck, allowing her to behave as if she was tearing into him.
"I've told you before, you are my only woman," he said calmly yet seriously.
"I don't believe you," Song Qinghuan replied, but her eyes softened. She pushed him, saying, "Get up, I have to go to work."
Withdrawing his arms gently, Shi Yuhuan spoke with soft lips: "You should eat breakfast first before going to work, let's go down together."
Her small face was cold as ice as she looked him in the eyes, but she nodded in agreement.
Shi Yuhuan's gaze gradually became softer.
Breakfast did not proceed as planned. As soon as they sat down, Shi Yuhuan received a phone call.
Unsure of the caller, Shi Yuhuan looked serious as he walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows with his phone.
