Chapter 79: Be willful again

"What about after I get married?"

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere became a little tense.

Ming Zhao swore that he was just joking and had no intention of provoking him like before.

But his brows and eyes were obviously cold.

The light couldn't penetrate the dark eyes, making the expression difficult to discern.

Zhou Tingyun asked calmly, "Who do you want to marry?"

"It's just a hypothesis." Her voice weakened and she muttered softly.

What's so fierce?

The man didn't speak for a long time.

She raised her eyes quietly and stole a glance at Zhou Tingyun's expression.

A small flame of restlessness gradually ignited in my heart.

I can't help but let my mind wander.

if……

What if she acts willfully again?

Ming Zhao pinched his fingertips subconsciously.

He was able to keep her locked up here for a month.

If we go one step further...

Will I completely abandon everything I insist on for her?

Ming Zhao's heartbeat quickened slightly.

She knew she couldn't do this anymore.

A voice in her ear kept sternly warning her not to continue.

But, but.

The wind blew up the curtains.

"Zhao Zhao." His voice sounded in my ears.

It was a sunny afternoon.

Ming Zhao slowly opened her eyes like a lazy cat. She leaned softly on Zhou Tingyun's shoulder, and her delicate face bulged slightly under the pressure.

Zhou Tingyun held her hand with smooth, white fingertips and was painting her nail polish.

She suddenly looked up and looked at him.

"After I get married, I will definitely leave a room for you."

After saying this, she showed a sweet smile, as if she had made a great and powerful decision.

Zhou Tingyun glanced at her lightly and continued to fill in the color.

"I will sneak into your room after my husband falls asleep." Ming Zhao became more aggressive.

"..." He paused, put her hand down, and said calmly, "If you want to be beaten, just say so."

"Oh," Ming Zhao immediately whined and leaned on him, "You just can't bear to hit me."

She said in a playful manner, "You said you would always be with me, why are you still angry?"

The man cast a cold gaze at her.

"It was you who wanted to break up with me," she kept talking like a machine gun, pointing fingers from the moral high ground.

"Are you not allowing me to find someone else?"

Zhou Tingyun: "When did I break up with you?"

"That's what you meant," Ming Zhao snorted. "A few months ago, you said you wouldn't break up, and later on, you would stay with me even if we broke up. Who knows if what you said about not being with others is true? Maybe you'll change again in a few months."

It was just a random guess at first, but the more Ming Zhao thought about it, the more it made sense, and he got angry again.

It's so annoying.

"There's not a single word of truth coming out of your mouth. I don't want to talk to you."

She turned her head away in anger and stopped looking at him.

His eyes fell on the girl's round cheeks, and Zhou Tingyun felt amused and helpless.

But more often than not, there was a slight pain in the heart, like fine needles piercing into it and spreading out in strands.

Ming Zhao lacked a sense of security, and it was ultimately his fault.

He shouldn't have raised her in his hands for eighteen years and then left her alone.

He raised his hand and gently turned her face back.

Her plump lips were pressed into a straight line, her round and slightly upturned eyes still revealed lingering displeasure, and her face showed a refusal to communicate.

"Zhao Zhao." He called her in a low voice.

Year after year, day after day.

They have long since grown into vines that are intertwined and inseparable from each other.

How could he love someone else?

"I will only love you," he said.