Chen Zhi didn't struggle, she knew Si Ye was a capricious man.
Sometimes, she really couldn't understand why he would get angry or lose his temper.
Upon getting into the car, Si Ye didn't start it right away.
He turned to face Chen Zhi, resting his arm above her head, a trace of a smile playing on his lips.
"Chen Zhi, I have needs that I want you to satisfy, and I don't want to be polite about it. Are you willing to indulge me?"
Chen Zhi looked at him, bewildered, not grasping the meaning of his words.
"You lack for nothing, what could you possibly need?"
The man's attractive eyes slightly lifted, "I lack for nothing, true, but I lack a woman. And you, you are the woman I lack."
His tone was somewhat frivolous but seemed a bit solemn as well.
Chen Zhi frowned tightly, reaching out to push him away a bit.
Her hand touched his chest, but he caught it, pressing it firmly against his heart—Chen Zhi could feel the power of his heartbeat.
Thump by thump, as if beating a drum.