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"This is my treasure." She slowly opened her mouth as the corners of her lips curled up into an extremely beautiful smile.

His fingers, which were holding the steering wheel, stiffened as his gaze fell onto her face. She lowered her head, only to see a long eyelashes flapping uneasily. She bit her lower lip, not daring to raise her head to look at him.

A small happiness welled up in his heart, but he still put on a carefree expression as he lightly said, "You think I'm a treasure just because I'm pulling a ring?!"

She immediately raised her head in anger and withdrew her open palm behind her back before angrily saying, "This is not trash, this is the first thing you've given me!"

"Who did it?"

He immediately answered and turned around to look at her. He could clearly see the large bruises on her exposed arm. It was obvious that it was caused by those people. His eyes narrowed as he asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Hmm?"

She was a bit slow on the uptake, and either she looked up or she had not yet felt the wound in her arm.

"There."

He pointed his chin at her arm and looked down. When he saw the bruises and pain, she nodded and said seriously, "It hurts."

"Still running away from home?"

He spoke heavily, turned the steering wheel, and headed straight for the underground garage.

The corner of her mouth curled up, "It was your mistake first."

"It's you who doesn't care about your future husband at all."

He stopped the car and turned his face to look at the fair and delicate face in the dim light. Her appearance was not considered beautiful, but she strangely hooked him a little.

"You want me to care about what you do? You want me to restrict your every move. Do you need me to cast too many glances at you?"

She mustered her courage and asked a series of questions, which caused him to be slightly stunned.

He had never thought about why he had such a strange thought. He only knew that her nonchalant attitude made him extremely angry. He had never been ignored by a woman before. He was just not used to it. Right, he was just not used to it.

"Since I want to marry you, since I want you to be my wife, then you must always think about me. From the inside to the outside, all of it belongs to me. In this world, how many women don't care about their husbands?"

He turned, his arm lolling over the seat behind her, and spoke word by word.

"If you ask me to do this, what about you?"

The smile disappeared, but there was a hint of desolation in her eyes. She held on tightly to the earthen ring on her hand.

"Shen Canghao, as long as I belong to you, can you be loyal to me?"

She slowly opened her mouth, but her voice was filled with self-deprecation as she shook her head with a chuckle, "Your heart is too big, and your words are too many. Why are you forcing me to single-mindedness?"

"Could it be that you want to have second thoughts?"

He frowned and his voice rose an octave.

She smiled wryly. He thought that things would always start from his own perspective, as long as others followed his will. However, he had never thought about whether they would feel good or not.

Turning around, the two of them were both breathing in and out of the narrow workshop. She shrugged and pretended a casual tone of voice, "I'm not a clean girl, and I beat up another innocent child. Shen Canghao, do I have the right to be half-hearted?"

She looked at him with a smile, but her eyes were filled with grievance. "Since you're marrying me, why don't you treat me a little better?"

"You want me to be nice to you?"

He lowered his finger, placed it on her shoulder, and lightly pulled her into his embrace. "What I did tonight... Do you really care? "

She leaned her head against his chest and nodded a few times. There was an almost inaudible sound of a mumble that came from her nose.

"Xu Huayan, you like me, don't you?"

He lowered his head, pressing his firm chin against the top of her head. His slightly cold hair emitted a slight fragrance, causing him to unwillingly loosen his grip.

The body in her bosom stiffened for a moment without answering, and she wondered if she should admit that she really did like him. The first time she went to his bed, the first time she felt his gentleness, the first time she was tyrannically embraced by him, the first time she wore that cheap and precious ring on her finger, the moment he grabbed her hand in the PUB, the moment he said he would take her home … Had she fallen for him?

She couldn't make sense of the situation. She should have been disgusted by him, loathed him for being such a philanderer, loathed him for seeing women as playthings, loathed him for being so heartless and merciless, but why did he suddenly start chasing after her?

Moreover, there was one thing he couldn't shake — Su Lei.

"Whenever you fall in love with Xu Hanyan, she will fall in love with you."

She pulled away from him, looking at him with her big eyes, as if trying to find the answer in his eyes.

His lips moved a few times, but he didn't say anything.

The interior of the carriage fell into silence. The little hope that was buried deep within her heart gradually died down. However, she was originally a person with a calm character. As he thought of this, he no longer bothered about what he was thinking.

"Go back, you still have to get up early tomorrow."

He was the first to break the silence, releasing her slightly cold fingers. Just as he was about to get out of the car, he suddenly turned around, used both hands to support her chin, pulled her close to him, and deeply kissed her …

Only when she was almost suffocated did he release her, panting heavily. His eyes were filled with a burning and domineering expression. His fingers brushed against her lips, remembering that she couldn't do it now.

"At least …"

His thin lips moved, yet he still opened his mouth: "At the very least, I like to kiss you. I like you, I like you, I like you to obediently stay by my side …"