After Nan Xi had spoken, Lu Jianshen suddenly lifted his head and asked her in a haunting voice, "Are you sure you're not divorcing me for another man?"
Ha, Nan Xi couldn't help but laugh without words.
How could he think that?
"So, you just can't stand the idea of something that belongs to you being someone else's one day. Lu Jianshen, look, it's just possessiveness."
He had never truly loved her.
"Eat."
Lu Jianshen picked up a spoon and scooped up some porridge to Nan Xi's mouth, swiftly changing the subject.
Damn it, he didn't want to discuss the topic of divorce with her at all right now.
"I'm not hungry," Nan Xi turned her face away, not even giving a glance at the contents of the bowl.
She grabbed the blanket and slid her whole body underneath it, then wrapped herself up into a ball.
"Nan Xi…"
Lu Jianshen called out her name, a restrained anger in his tone.
He put down the bowl, flung off the blanket, and pulled Nan Xi out from under it: "Eat."
