Qiao Dongyang was taken aback and narrowed his eyes at her.
Chi Yue tilted her neck slightly, but her gaze was direct, looking at him with a cold laugh, "You know what kind of person I am. I don't like to beat around the bush. I say it as it is, and once I've said something, I stand by it."
Qiao Dongyang took a deep breath and his voice deepened, "What if I don't shake my head?"
Chi Yue curled her lips, "Whether you live or die, you belong to me. In my life, you are the only one who can be a part of it."
"…"
Such a domineering woman.
Each of her words, like nails, drove deep into Qiao Dongyang's heart. Even with a myriad of emotions, he dared not confront her.
Fear of loss is a fundamental human nature, especially when it's someone he liked so much!
The hesitation in Qiao Dongyang was clearly reflected in Chi Yue's eyes.
She felt his affection for her more clearly than ever, and her courage swelled.
"Qiao Dongyang, speak up."
