In Xu Weimiao’s boudoir.
Mo Zixi was still sitting by her bed. She always looked gentle and easygoing, but when she really got close to her, she would feel cold.
She did not expect that their marriage, no matter how formulaic it was, would not reach such a stage.
Her sudden silence made the room seem a little quiet.
Mo Zixi looked at her and smiled faintly. “I’ve said it before, I won’t force you.”
Xu Weimiao pursed her lips.
In Mo Zixi’s heart, did she really have no expectations for marriage? !
In his heart, everything needed to be done step by step, alright?
As the commander-in-chief of a country, did she have to sacrifice so much? !
“I’m not as great as you think.”Mo Zixi seemed to be able to read her emotions. He got up from his bed and stood in front of her.
He was very tall, more than half a head taller than her. His existence was already very oppressive. At this moment, the distance between him and her made her feel a little helpless.
