After breakfast, Sheng Tingyuan held Ye Chuyi's hand, intending to drive her to work.
Ye Chuyi shook her head, "I have other things to do this morning and won't be going to the Dome. You don't need to drive me; just go on with your day."
"I can drive you wherever you're going."
"No need, I want to go by myself."
"Will you be coming home tonight?"
"That..."
Seeing her hesitate, Sheng Tingyuan's expression turned cold, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, "Not coming home? Ye Chuyi, you better think carefully before you answer. No matter where you go, I can find you!"
Ye Chuyi, feeling helpless, could only say, "Okay, I'll come home."
"Really? You're not lying to me?" He had almost been fooled into PTSD by her and couldn't help but confirm if she was deceiving him this time.
"I'm not lying to you."
"You won't forget tonight?"
"I won't."
