"Okay."
Gu Yanting pulled up Zhuo Ya, holding her as they walked towards the dining table.
Zhuo Ya rested her face against Gu Yanting's chest, smelling the scent of his shower gel. For some reason, her heart started to race.
"Ah Ya."
Gu Yanting, holding Zhuo Ya, sat on the sofa, picked up a wine glass, and suddenly called out to Zhuo Ya.
Zhuo Ya, absent-minded, turned to Gu Yanting, "What?"
"Do you want my life?"
Gu Yanting asked Zhuo Ya again if she wanted his life.
Zhuo Ya's face tensed, she clenched her palm tightly, not daring to look into Gu Yanting's eyes.
Seeing that Zhuo Ya didn't answer, he asked with a deep gaze, "Do you want my life?"
"I don't."
Under the coercion of the man's icy gaze, she eventually shook her head, indicating she had never thought about taking Gu Yanting's life.
Gu Yanting smiled at Zhuo Ya.
It wasn't a sneer, but rather one of relief.
"Even if my Ah Ya wanted to take my life, I would give it to her."
"However..."
