Tyrant Be Good, I'll Love You

However, Shen Shuzhi's face suddenly turned pale. She looked at Qi Mujing in some panic, only to see that his pair of sword-like eyes were unperturbed. He didn't even look at her.

Her face was a little purple from the cold wind. She tightly clenched her fists, then turned around and coquettishly rebuked the Prince of South Stream. "Your Highness, your son is about to die from cold. How about we go back inside?"

"Back to the house?!" The Southern Viewing King laughed heartily as he lifted her up with a strange look in his eyes.

Shen Shuo could only prostrate himself on the snow, feeling extremely uncomfortable. However, her eyes never left the two who were tightly hugging each other: hatred, anger, foolishness, and unwillingness!

For the next quarter of an hour, Qi Mujing and Shen Zhiqiao continued to embrace each other.

The two of them did not speak, as if they had their own thoughts.

Perhaps it was that phrase 'Shen Shuzhi', or those eyes brimming with hatred, or that form of address …

Knowledge, knowledge …

Was it a coincidence?!

It's just that their surnames were the same, that's all. It must be that she was overthinking it, right?!

Shen Zhi Qiao closed his eyes in frustration.

She must have been too tired, she thought.

Qi Mujing's brows were tightly knitted, as if there were a myriad of questions that trapped him.

A pair of eyes as dark as the deep sea stared at the rows of footsteps that gradually disappeared into the snow. His heart felt as if it was tightly grasped by a merciless palm.

It seemed like it would eventually become unbearable.

Suddenly, he pushed her away, and at the same time, he grabbed her white jaw and leaned over to kiss her lips.

Shen Zhi Qiao's eyes were wide open. She was almost unable to withstand his extraordinary actions.

Instinctively, she reached out to push him away, but he simply lifted her up and carried her back to the scenic garden at a fast pace.

Shen Zhi Qiao's heart was beating very fast. As he was shaking, he looked at the ring of smoke and fire with reluctance.

She wanted to tell him to stop. At least, she wanted to light them up and watch the fireworks with her.

She was still thinking when suddenly she felt the world spin and he pressed her down.

As his breathing became thinner, Shen Zhiqiao's face turned red and his heart started pounding.

She had been married to him for six years.

Was she finally going to be his today? Did it really become his?!