Once Xia Qingtian had a direction, she felt invigorated, as if hope was just within reach.
She began appealing with sweet words.
"Bo Jingyan, I want to go to work so badly. I miss playing with my phone, sipping milk tea, eating barbecue, and going on dates with you. I want to cook for you," she pleaded.
Then, in a soft voice, she pleaded desperately, "So, please let me out. Can you stop locking me up here, please?"
Bo Jingyan remained silent.
But he neither refused nor was angry about it.
Xia Qingtian felt even more hopeful.
For her freedom, she went all out.
She plucked up the courage to start begging in a cutesy manner, "Can you just agree? Would you please?"
"Mr. Bo, Jingyan, husband..."
Bo Jingyan stammered, his voice suddenly hoarse as he asked, "What did you just call me?"
"Mr. Bo?"
Bo Jingyan denied.
"Jingyan?"
Bo Jingyan still denied.
"Husband?"
"Say that again," Bo Jingyan replied.
Xia Qingtian suddenly understood.
