Song Yiyi thought that maybe she had put Cen Yue in a difficult position.

But Cen Yue is already involved. Does he have a better solution than getting married?

Or maybe he's planning to just ignore it again?

Cen Yue's eyes slowly darkened, and he tapped his fingers lightly on the desk. "Then what am I trying to gain? What can I gain from this... transaction?"

The atmosphere in the office suddenly became tense again.

Song Yiyi's brain was about to burn out, and she didn't understand what Cen Yue meant.

Gu Chengze’s rumor crisis has been resolved, which is good for the faction he stands for. What else does he want?

"Political Commissar Cen, if you have any requests, please feel free to ask."

Song Yiyi's eyes were clear and her face was full of sincerity: "As long as I can do it."

Talking to Cen Yue is too brain-intensive.

Song Yiyi tried hard to figure it out, thinking that since he could bring it up, it must be because she had something he wanted.

But she couldn't really think of what it was, so she just asked directly.

Cen Yue raised his eyebrows and slowly cast his gaze on Song Yiyi's face, "I want a real wife, can you give it to me, sister?"

Song Yiyi: “…”

After two minutes of silence, she probably understood what he meant.

Song Yiyi cautiously probed: "Commissar Cen, I can do it too, right?"

Fruit.

Her previous feeling towards Cen Yue was right.

This person has no sense of boundaries and is not as serious as he appears.

To be honest, she doesn't reject it.

No matter from which perspective, Cen Yue is the most powerful person she can cling to so far in this era.

Having something to ask for is not scary; the scariest thing is having nothing to ask for.

She couldn't afford to repay Gu Chengze's sincerity, nor could she afford to play with him.

Of course, she had never thought of playing with Cen Yue.

She can't even afford to play with people like Cen Yue.

What Song Yiyi showed was her true self.

Before Cen Yue could say anything, Song Yiyi added, "Commissar Cen, I'm a small-minded person and don't want to share with others. While we're in this relationship, we must remain absolutely loyal to each other, at least physically. This is my only requirement. If you can accept it, I have no problem with that."

She responded too quickly and accepted too readily.

Cen Yue concealed the strange look in his eyes and said calmly, "Whether it's possible or not depends on how you do it. I want to see your sincerity."

Song Yiyi opened her eyes slightly.

She thought about it for only a few seconds, then stood up and walked behind the desk.

Song Yiyi sat on Cen Yue's legs and hooked her hands around his neck.

She could clearly feel that Cen Yue was tense all over.

The uneasiness that flashed across Cen Yue's eyes was accurately captured by her.

Song Yiyi's brows relaxed instantly.

She moved one hand down until she felt the steady, strong heartbeat, then stopped.

"Has Political Commissar Cen made up his mind?"

Song Yiyi lifted Cen Yue's chin with one hand, staring straight at his tightly pursed lips, "Should I change my name and call you..."

She lowered her head before she finished speaking.

Song Yiyi risked everything, wasn't it just a kiss to Cen Yue?

It's not like I haven't kissed him before.

But this time, she still didn't get the kiss.

At the critical moment, Cen Yue turned his face away and lifted her off his legs with one hand.

After Song Yiyi stood firmly, Cen Yue stood up from the stool and said indifferently, "Go ahead, I'll think about it."

Song Yiyi: “….”

She seemed to have been fooled.

In order to turn the tables, Song Yiyi stared at Cen Yue with her eyes lowered before leaving.