So it wasn't a multiple-choice question; she only had one option.
Jiang Nuan: "Okay. Half a year then."
Fu Yi saw her agree so readily, looking as if she couldn't wait to get rid of him, and his good mood vanished. He lifted Jiang Nuan's chin and said, "Nuannuan, if I didn't know you didn't have a boyfriend, seeing you this eager I'd think you had someone you liked."
Uh.
His breath brushed her face, and Jiang Nuan instinctively leaned back, her heart skipping a beat, her almond eyes unconsciously avoiding his, "That has nothing to do with you!"
But Fu Yi pressed closer, his elbow resting on the sofa, trapping her in his arms. He lowered his head, one hand pinching Jiang Nuan's chin to keep her from escaping, his thin lips close to her ear, whispering, "You just agreed to treat me as your suitor. Whether you have someone you like does matter to me!"
His voice was grainy, hoarse, and low, like an elegant cello played at a leisurely pace.
