Billion Spoils: President's Exclusive Sweet Wife

"Don't!" she subconsciously put her arms around his neck. Her intention was to tell him not to go to the crew, but she suddenly found that this situation seemed a little embarrassing. Suddenly, she was stiff and wanted to move her hands, but the next moment, his body slowly leaned down and his face was close to her.

"I like you to hug me like this. Don't let go, even if it's just another hug for a while." he whispered and slowly closed his eyes. Even if she was just an unconscious action, as long as he hugged his neck like this, at least he could imagine that she might like him.

Through the weak light from the window, she could see the outline of his face. At the edge of the outline, she could also see his eyes. Is he... Closed now?

His breath sprayed on her face, and the sound curled around her ears.

She didn't move again, so she still maintained the movement of her hands around his neck. I can't tell why. Perhaps it was because there was an inexplicable sadness in his voice. Her heart twisted up involuntarily at this moment, with some slight pain.

It's like how difficult it is to achieve what he likes.

A proud son of heaven like him should not worry about anything. He clearly lives thousands of times better than others. Why would he be so... Sad?

For a moment, no one spoke again. Time flowed quietly. After a long time, the cold voice sounded again in the room.

"Zhou Yici, even if you don't love me, even if you still have others in your heart, but since you promised to make a five-year appointment with me, don't run away from me in these five years, okay?" he whispered, and his voice penetrated into her eardrum with the darkness.

"I... I don't know what to do. That's what you want." she said. From the beginning, they were forced to communicate, just to avoid him hurting her family. But whether to love or not is not decided by reason. She doesn't love him.

"Well --" he paused and gently buried his face in her shoulder socket, "just like three years ago. Just like three years ago, when you get along with me, you will laugh at me, take the initiative to hold my arm, lie on my shoulder, say some funny jokes, touch my head and say 'you're so cute'..." Three years ago, he still remembered those little things. Every night, he was aftertaste. It was like some kind of motivation for him to live, telling him that he had such a good time with his life.

As she listened, the original slight pain in her heart seemed to become more severe, and a sour feeling permeated her whole body.

Those things she almost forgot, but he remembered so clearly.

"Yes... I'm sorry..." she murmured. It was her mistake that brought him such pain.

"I don't need you. I'm sorry. I just want you to love me and give me a gift. Where am I worse than Han Jian? If it's time, do you know that it's destined to be mine since you were born! Do you understand?" his voice sounded with a lump of sob.