"Xi Muchen...." Xia Wanwan was really angry, her heart brimming with grievances. Looking at Xi Muchen, even her voice trembled with rage, "You bastard...."
"Yes, I'm a bastard!" Xi Muchen's voice carried a hint of self-mockery. He propped himself up on one hand beside the bed, leaning over to look at the little person lying in bed, saying, "Girl, even if you think I'm a bastard, I won't let you go...."
The man's tone was domineering and assertive, yet filled with deep affection, causing Xia Wanwan's heart to tremble slightly.
What? What did he mean? Didn't he not want to listen to her, not want to know the outcome? Why then say things that made her feel misunderstood?
Xia Wanwan looked confused, feeling dizzy in her head. She blinked a few times, innocently and helplessly looking at the man who was so close to her.
Damn it, she was just too tempting this way!
