Bo Siyan lowered his eyelids, his handsome face bearing a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "So concerned about my affairs?"
"Well, you're my future husband, of course, I care about you..." Ning Xia said while trying to crane her neck to see the words on the screen.
"Is that so?"
Bo Siyan's dark eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze falling on her pink lips, his voice a bit lower, "But I don't feel like you treat me as a future husband, at least show some sincerity, some performance, right?"
Sincerity? Performance? What sincerity? What performance?
Ning Xia met Bo Siyan's gaze, her eyes suddenly widening. His look... could it be that he was about to force a kiss on her again?
