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"Mm, you won't," Zhou Jingwei chuckled softly, his laughter growing more assured, "but I will, I will make it so you can't leave me."
Cheng Weiyue looked at his smiling eyes, and her heart thudded wildly.
In her heart of hearts, she felt that what Zhou Jingwei said wasn't a bluff but a determined conviction.
He could do it.
For a moment, ambiguity and silence fermented in the air, sweat pooled in the palm of Cheng Weiyue's hand, and warmth shot up from her chest to her face.
She averted her eyes, stammering, "We...we should go have dinner first."
Zhou Jingwei agreed.
Downstairs, Cai Ancheng and Xue Wenran were sitting on a nearby sofa, chatting leisurely.
Cai Ancheng watched Xue Wenran's complexion, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Miss Xue, didn't Zhou Lu make things difficult for you yesterday, did he?"
