Gong Beiyao's expression was extremely ugly, his eyes swirling with an uncontrollable icy aura.
Her heart was also hurt by his words, "If I were still thinking about him, I wouldn't be with you."
His eyes narrowed, and he scoffed, "Yes, Miss Sheng is so innocent, unwanted by anyone, thus she has no choice but to marry me out of desperation."
"Gong Beiyao—" Sheng Qianxia said, "Do you really have to talk to me like this?"
She was very hungry, her abdomen ached, her whole body was cold, and her mood was even worse.
She felt wronged and sad, but she could only compromise with him.
Because she understood that she had no choice.
Gong Beiyao's body stiffened, and he dropped the pen in his hand and walked toward her.
Indeed, he had let her come, but not to argue with her.
He wanted her past to forever remain in the past.
Gong Beiyao thought this as he approached her.
With his slender fingers reaching towards her cheek, he suddenly wanted to kiss her pale lips.
