On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

Outside the window, bamboo sways gently, flowering trees sway, and dewdrops glisten on the petals of the crabapple tree near the window.

His voice was like the dampness of dew, magnetic and husky with a hint of weariness, and the heavy enunciation at the end of each word carried an alluring depth.

Yu Jinzhao felt a burning sensation on the tip of her ear and froze on the spot.

Should he listen to what he's saying, those lewd and inappropriate things?

How did they manage to say such shameless things so openly?

Taking in her stunned reaction, Si Qing's thin lips curled slightly. He pressed her hand down, his fingertips tightening, his veins becoming increasingly prominent, as if he wanted to press her into his flesh.

"To do it or not, hmm?"

His tone was low and monotone, without any fluctuation, but the intense pressure between the lines was so strong that it seemed to be forcing her to tear him apart.

Yu Jinzhao stared at the cold, wild curve of his lips, and was shocked once again, exclaiming, "!!!"

Is Si Qing, who has eyes on the top of his head and hates being touched by the opposite sex, actually extending an invitation to her?

But in his eyes, there was a cool and aloof look, without a trace of desire. Upon closer inspection, there was even a hint of helplessness, as if he were just completing a task.

Wait, the mission...

She licked her lips and suddenly realized what was happening.

Could it be that he's annoyed by her constant attempts to sleep with him, using her status as Mrs. Si to take advantage of him in every way possible, and wants to just get things done to avoid being bothered by her?

I'm speechless!

She coughed softly, knowing he wasn't really inviting her, and the nervousness and inexplicable excitement she felt vanished instantly. She spoke gently.

"It's getting late, you should go to the team."

Is this a rejection?

Si Qing narrowed his deep, peach-blossom eyes slightly, revealing a hint of cold thoughtfulness as he scrutinized her intently.

She felt a little nervous under his gaze. Thinking of the lie she had told him about wanting his body, she realized that her current refusal did seem like a coy act of playing hard to get.

Si Qingke hates people who say one thing and mean another. How can he get away with it?

After carefully considering her words, she pursed her lips, quickly withdrew her hand, and said gently,

"Um... although I really want to do it with you, I don't want to force you."

I really do want to, I really want to make you a coffin.

The woman's head was bowed, and the morning light illuminated the tiny dust particles in the air, spreading like stars around her, creating a breathtaking beauty.

She remained calm, but her ears, hidden beneath her dark hair, gradually became engorged with blood, the delicate tips turning a deep, almost ripe red.

It looks easy to squeeze.

He twitched his fingertips, suddenly stood up, got off the bed, went to the water dispenser, filled a glass with water, and slowly drank it.

She breathed a sigh of relief and got out of bed. The moment she looked up, she met his unfathomable dark eyes again.

He lowered his eyes slightly, soft wisps of hair falling between his eyebrows and forehead, his fingers gripping a half-empty water glass, and water stains on the corners of his lips.

"You're quite greedy."

He gently swirled the water glass, the subtle sound mingling with his deep voice—a sophisticated yet relaxed and intriguing charisma.

She stood there completely bewildered, wondering how she had been greedy again.

"You not only want to sleep with me, but you also want me to willingly let you sleep with me?"

"..."

She was so shocked by those words that she was completely bewildered.

Can't we interpret this statement differently?

Awesome.

She silently gave him a thumbs up in her heart, and smiled shyly at him.

Suddenly, his languid expression turned serious, as cold and indifferent as the June sky, catching everyone off guard.

"Boom."

He placed the water glass back in its place, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He looked at her with an inscrutable expression and said, word by word,

"Daring to think but not to act, what a coward."