She spoke while retreating until her back hit the wall and she could retreat no further.
The skin on her neck touched the cold tiles, and Si Tian shivered, as if suddenly waking up. She turned around in a panic and hurriedly tried to leave.
In her rush, she tripped over a small stool and almost fell.
A large hand promptly wrapped around her waist, pulling her entire body into an embrace. The warm hand touched her hair, accompanied by a man's low and hoarse voice, "How can you walk so unsteadily? What if you slip and get hurt?"
Si Tian's cheek was pressed against his warm chest. After saying those things, she felt a bit stiff and awkward, not knowing what to say for a moment.
She felt like a hideous jealous wife, clinging to the nominal title of wife, complaining and begging her husband.
It was her own vulnerability and depth of feelings that made her crave his love. It was her own greed, after all, this marriage was obviously a transaction from the start.
