Translator: Pika

  “What’s different?” Zu An carried her to the bed and sat down. He didn’t go further.

  Xiao Tuo turned her face away and tightly pursed her lips, offering no reply. She knew that, at this point, anything she said would be meaningless.

  Zu An smiled. “Unfortunately, I’m a soft-hearted man who lets bygones become bygones. I won’t hold anything against you, as long as you agree to become my woman.”


  “Keep on dreaming!” Even though Xiao Tuo was so scar..