Zhou Jin didn't move.
This man is too chauvinistic and too proud. He doesn't want her to see his leg, nor is he willing to take off his prosthesis in front of her. He probably feels it would be a loss of face.
Li Qianrui gave him a slap, "I've given you the chance; take it or leave it!"
She turned to get out of bed.
But the man caught her delicate wrist.
Li Qianrui curled her lips into a smile, turning her head, "You might feel more comfortable taking off the prosthesis. If we're to live together, do you still plan to wear it even at home? By acting like this, it's as if you treat me like an outsider, and I don't like that. I hope that you'll take it off as soon as you get home from now on."
Zhou Jin raised his handsome brow, then lazily leaned against the headboard, "Help me unbuckle my belt."
"Don't you have hands?"
"I've given you the chance; take it or leave it!" He threw the phrase back at her.
