Lu Nanchen, sitting on the edge of the bed, tugged Yu Ting who was standing, to his side. Her soft waist was right in front of him, his hands clutching her tightly, so much so that it was somewhat painful.
"Hmm?"
The man's voice was deep and extended, with a menacing glint in his eyes and a dryness at the corners.
"You started liking Shen Sheng after marrying me?"
"Did you want to divorce me because of him?"
It became more unbearable to speak these words. In the past, it may not have seemed like much, just two people who were not of good match for each other.
But now it was different, he really cared, cared a lot.
"So what about now? Still thinking of leaving?"
"Now I only love you. I have no contact at all with Shen Sheng." Yu Ting made a feigned swearing gesture with one hand, adding, "I didn't have any contact with Shen Sheng in the past either."
What Yu Ting said was true, every single word in the first half of the sentence and the latter half.
