Fan Ju's figure stiffened, and the arm that had reached out to hold her suddenly froze, the roguish charm in his peach-blossom eyes now filled with piercing coldness.
Outside the window, it was an overcast day, with heavy clouds pressing down as if a storm was about to break.
The temperature inside was frozen solid. Even though it was September, it was as cold as the dead of winter; the air all around seemed about to ice over.
"Nie Rujun, I'm warning you just once—don't talk to me about 'divorce'!"
After a long moment, Fan Ju parted his lips and warned with deliberate pauses, "I despise these two words. They are extremely, exceedingly grating. I'll pretend I didn't hear it this time. Don't let there be a second time!"
As soon as his voice fell, he picked up Nie Rujun without explanation and headed straight for the resting room.
Nie Rujun couldn't struggle free, and considering the child in her belly, she endured for a moment without an outburst.
