He wrapped his arms tightly around her slender body from behind, bowing his head into her fragrant, soft hair and nape, "Let's have another child, hmm?"
"Another one to continue being a bastard?" He had thought she would have no reaction, but Yinyin suddenly turned around, her small face looking endlessly cold and mocking under the dim, warm light, "Mr. Bo wouldn't suddenly want to marry me, would he?"
Bo Fengheng's breath hitched, a trace of discomfiture flashing in his eyes, "I never said I wouldn't marry you..."
"Should I be grateful then," Yinyin said with a light laugh, then closed her eyes, "It's no use, Bo Fengheng, let's end it here. Letting me go might be the best choice for you."
"What did you say?" Bo Fengheng shook, feeling a sudden surge of intense pain at heart.
She had finally said it out loud.
"You know what I'm saying." Yinyin looked at him calmly, her clear, distinct eyes, indifferent and void of any emotion.
