Lu Beiyuan clenched his large hand into a fist, "Do you really... not have the slightest liking for me?"
He didn't believe it.
The gentleness, the considerateness, and the tender look in Su Nanxing's eyes couldn't be faked.
If someone could act to such an extent, how strong would her inner self have to be?
Su Nanxing looked up at him, her clear eyes effectively concealing the deep affection she had for him.
Indeed, even now, Su Nanxing knew that the man she had loved, from the beginning to the end, was only him.
Yet, how sad it was.
He had not noticed her love at all.
Thus, her efforts seemed like a joke.
Su Nanxing smiled sarcastically at herself, "What do you think?"
"I don't believe it," Lu Beiyuan looked at her passionately, "Xingxing, you did have feelings for me, right? Otherwise, that first time… you wouldn't have agreed, would you?"
The two had been married for half a year but had never shared a bed.
