Su Ningyan looked at the hand he extended towards her, feeling an illusion. If she dared not to reach out her hand to his, she feared that the consequences would be dire.
Zhuo Junyue seemed to be a born ruler, and when he spoke, it was as though he was issuing imperial edicts.
Su Ningyan hesitated for a couple of seconds before hurriedly reaching out her hand to him.
The moment her hand reached the broad palm of Zhuo Junyue, he pulled her in the next second, wrapping his arm firmly around her waist.
Did she not wish to deny her position as the young mistress? Did she still wish to keep her distance from him?
He deliberately chose not to respect her wishes, adopting an incredibly intimate posture, as they made their way into the living room.
She has already given birth to their child, how dared she to deny her standing? This was just preposterous.
Of course, in the perspective of Young Master Zhuo, this was all too natural.
