Just because she knew it in her heart was one thing, but whether or not she felt sour about it was another, who let her be a woman? Even women have their petty moments sometimes.
Especially now that she was becoming more aware of her feelings, she couldn't help but start to care about the things ordinary women would care about.
Perhaps, that's the difference between having feelings and not.
Caring and not caring were so apparent.
Holding her tight, he pressed the petite woman between the desk and his chest, securing her firmly in the middle with actions that were quite rogue-ish, yet the words that came out of his mouth were very serious.
"Lian Qiao, don't you trust me?"
With her pretty little face tilted up, Lian Qiao shook her head with a smile, "No, I don't."
What does stubborn as a dead duck look like? It's exactly how she looks right now!
In fact, she did trust him, really trusted him!
