Ye Siyuan was frightened and instantly turned timid. She explained, "I was following the script, the script."
Si Lisao's chilly voice carried a questioning tone with a hint of threat. "Oh? So, we're strangers? Say that again."
"I already told you, it's the script~"
This man! Why won't he just play his part from the script instead of nitpicking her words here?
"Hmm? So we're strangers?"
Ye Siyuan's scalp tingled under Si Lisao's piercing gaze. Her voice softened as she said, "You're my fiancé, not a stranger. I misspoke. You should go quickly, don't worry about me."
She leaned her small head against his chest, her arms wrapping around him tighter and tighter.
Her mouth said 'don't worry about me,' but her heart was already anticipating Si Lisao acting like the male lead in the script—that even if mountains crumbled and the earth split, he wouldn't abandon her, giving her a sense of security as solid as Mount Tai.
