Li Chengyun's eyes grew cold as he immediately grabbed her wrist, "You're getting increasingly temperamental. I am trying to talk to you sincerely. Can't you just calm down for a moment?"
"And you call this a sincere chat?" Yu Jingrong widened her eyes before attempting to pull her hand back from his grip, "If you insist on 'chatting' like this every day, it won't be long before I drop dead from a heart attack."
"Rest assured, even if I die from a heart attack, I'd never let you die of one," Li Chengyun still held onto her, refusing to let go.
He thought that this woman had changed so much from before. When he used to speak to her affectionately, she would have already flung herself into his arms like a docile, adorable kitten. But now, looking at her tough demeanor, she was more like a mother tiger.
