Xiao Liulang despised New Year's Eve because he would always dream of boundless, raging fires on that night.
He tried not to fall asleep, but the moment he closed his eyes, he could deeply feel the despair within that fiery light.
"Xiao Liulang, let's make it clear, we are only husband and wife in name! You cannot lay a hand on me!" Gu Jiao said seriously.
"Who wants to lay a hand on you?" he grumbled, turning his face away.
Gu Jiao brought a bowl of water over. "Who can guarantee that you guys say one thing but do another? To prevent you from fooling around, I'll leave a bowl of water here. If you dare to come over and spill this bowl of water in the middle of the night, then you're a beast!"
"Alright, if I come over, I'm a beast!
How could he possibly go over to her?
He had absolutely no desire for this woman!
The next morning when he woke up, he arrogantly glanced at a bewildered Gu Jiao, as if to say, see, I'm really not interested in you, right?
