Wang Qianjin took a few steps back and stopped bickering with Yun Bixue.
Yun Bixue straightened her back and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear before dusting off the remnants of snow on her head.
She calmly said, "Wang Qianjin, you can't threaten me. In any case, My husband and I will live and die together. I told you before, and I will tell you now again. I, Yun Bixue, belong to Xie Limo when I am alive and will be his ghost even when I am dead."
A complicated look flashed across Wang Qianjin's intoxicating eyes. He smiled seductively and said, "Yun Bixue, you are totally right. I really do envy Xie Limo. He has a person like you who treats him so sincerely. I really don't have a woman who treats me sincerely by my side."
Yun Bixue was stunned for a moment. She did not expect Wang Qianjin to speak to her so nicely. "Wang Qianjin, if you don't treat others sincerely, no one will treat you sincerely. Sincerity is mutual, you don't even know this?"
