Su Wanxin furrowed her brows slightly upon hearing this.
His tone was like coddling a child, filled with indulgence and pampering.
She remained silent, not knowing what to say, and Fu Shihan didn't speak further, only holding her tightly. His head was buried in her neck, inhaling the faint, pleasant scent of her body.
The room was quiet, and Su Wanxin couldn't break free, simply being held by him.
His hot breath brushed against her skin, greedily savoring this rare moment of tenderness. After a long while, he softly asked.
"Can we not get a divorce, please?"
"No."
"Nobody knows about our marriage, pretend you don't know either, okay?"
"…No."
"We won't get divorced, once we're married we won't separate."
He coaxed her gently, his temper remarkably patient.
It was as if all that had happened during this period didn't exist, as if time could go back to the night before he went on a business trip. He held her, called her Wan God, asking her to obediently wait for his return.
