Shi Jingzhou stared at her for a long time, finally compromising and no longer pressing her.
He was in a bad mood too, flipped over and got off the bed, glanced at her, then turned around, slammed the door, and left.
Qiao Zhiyi opened her eyes, her hand resting on her chest, where there were no waves of emotion.
In recent days, Shi Jingzhou had indeed been very tolerant towards her, showing a bit of a family-loving and wife-caring demeanor.
However, it was all an illusion.
Qiao Zhiyi never expected that Shi Jingzhou would truly cherish her as a wife; his recent kindness probably stemmed from a man's innate protective instinct toward a woman.
She wouldn't forget the past because of his recent kindness, and it was even less possible for her to consider such kindness as him developing feelings for her.
If she mistook his momentary kindness for love, then she was foolish.
