Zheng Haoyu's fingers gently brushed past her ear. "How could that be? You are my wife. You asserted there wouldn't be a divorce but only widowhood. So, you should fulfil your obligations as a wife, right?"
"Zheng Haoyu, you, let go, let me go." Su Nian stammered as she pushed at Zheng Haoyu.
Her naive reaction instantly pleased Zheng Haoyu, making him want to tease her even more. "You're my wife, how could I let you go?"
Once a person has considerations, they will easily show their weaknesses.
On one hand, Su Nian wanted to break free from Zheng Haoyu's grip, but on the other hand, she didn't want to touch his injured arm. She could only let Zheng Haoyu hold her in his arms.
"Zheng Haoyu, let me go," Su Nian glared at Zheng Haoyu in anger, her eyes full of rage.
Enjoying the feel of her soft body in his arms, Zheng Haoyu was reluctant to let go. Deciding to push his luck, he thick-skinnedly replied, "I won't."
