"But your forehead feels normal, it's always cold as ice whenever you get sick..."
Ye Xingguang didn't finish speaking when Ye Junqing's heavy voice bombarded her: "Did I say it's an old illness recurring?"
"Then why do you feel uncomfortable?" She was confused. Why does this man sound so aggressive? As if she has wronged him.
"Heartache!" Ye Junqing spat out these two words viciously, powerfully pressing her hand onto his aching chest, having lost all reason in his voice: "Here it hurts, got it?"
"What happened?"
Ye Junqing didn't explain. Standing at the villa entrance, his somber face remained silent for a while. After some time, his domineering and irrefutable voice issued a command: "Go ask your mother for the household register. We're going to the civil affairs bureau to get a marriage certificate right now."
"Right now?"
"What, you're not willing? Do you want other women to exploit the opportunity and create a ruckus with their special privilege?"
