Sheng Shushu was inherently a hopeless romantic; it was just that Xiao Yu in her past life was too indifferent and had sealed away her natural traits.
He had restrained her in her previous life, and now, he was itching to touch her heart's softest spots.
"Hmm!" Xiao Yu groaned softly, lowering his head.
Sheng Shushu bit his lips, not too forcefully, but certainly not lightly—her lips unintentionally hurt.
Xiao Yu, in pain, frowned deeply, his dark eyes watching her intently, seemingly still yearning for a kiss.
Sheng Shushu glared at him, "Let go, I'm going to sleep."
Xiao Yu continued to look at her, "Alright."
His lips moved, but he showed no intention of really letting her go.
Then he asked, "Can we not talk about divorce?"
"At least not for five years, just give me a chance."
"Is that okay?"
Those eyes were deep and obscure, drunkenly blurry and unreal, simply fixed on her, waiting for an answer.
