Nan Jiaojiao didn't look at him, her voice even lower, carrying a hint of petulance, "I'm asking you."
"Yes, of course I want you."
Bo Yanching hooked her chin, making her look up, and when she did, his hand cradled her face, his fingertips gently kneading her cool earlobe.
The man's gaze was deep, his voice husky, "What about you, do you still want me?"
Nan Jiaojiao blinked, loosening her grip on his hand so she could better see him.
"Bo Yanching, I'm quite petty. If you really want me, you can't have unclear ties with other women in the future. I'm also quite sensitive; I can't stand harsh words. If you scold me even once in the future, my heart will definitely shatter like glass," she said.
A hint of amusement raised Bo Yanching's eyebrows, "Is there an 'and' to that too?"
She nodded seriously, "So, I'm not easy to please; do you still want me?"
She had asked three times in a row, how insecure must she feel?
It pained Bo Yanching's very heart.
