"Sick?"
At those words, Nangong Ming suddenly plummeted to the ocean floor, his voice instantly turned ice-cold, "Bai Xuan, what do you mean?"
"Do you think I've slept with many women? And you despise me for it?"
Seeing that the woman he held in his arms said nothing, he added, "Bai Xuan, speak!"
"Say what?" Despise him?
Nangong Ming: "..."
Say what? Say she despises him? Yet in a moment of impulse...
"Say you love me!"
Bai Xuan: "..."
She loves him?
"Crazy!"
Bai Xuan looked at him in horror, her eyes twitching uncontrollably, "Let go of me, I'm sorry, Commander, I'm not the object of your hysteria!"
"Hmm, indeed not!"
At her words, Nangong Ming nodded indifferently, "You're not the object of my hysteria, you're the object of my love!"
Bai Xuan: "..."
Love?
And object...
"Get lost!"
