"If I were to be fond of someone, it would only be you, not any other woman." When Mo Xiuchen said these words, his tone was not particularly tender or affectionate, but quiet and indifferent, yet irresistibly convincing.
Wen Ran's heartbeat messed its rhythm once again at his words.
She could hear her own heartbeat hammering against her eardrums, thump-thump-thump. In the chaos of her heartbeat, an emotion she herself couldn't understand seemed to be sprouting.
He paused for a second before adding, "Therefore, you're not allowed to like any other man besides me."
"I don't like anyone else."
Words of explanation slipped out of Wen Ran's mouth. From the day they got their marriage certificate, there had been no other man in her heart.
"Drive!"
