Yiyi reflexively bounced back, her little head tilted up, rolling her eyes: "Hmph, don't flatter yourself, who likes you?"
Ling Kong squinted his phoenix eyes; this answer didn't please him either.
He dragged this girl over in one swift move, lowered his head to stare at her, his dark eyes filled with an intense and insidious threat.
"It doesn't matter, as long as you must fall in love with me in the future."
"How can you force someone like this? Don't you think you're very domineering?" Yiyi was speechless, and she really had to fall in love with him later.
"I don't think so. Isn't this a natural thing? I've married you, so in the future you'll only have me as your man. If you don't love your husband, hmph, who else do you want to love?" Ling Kong had a smug expression on his face.
Yiyi was stunned; what kind of logic is this? Why does it feel so strange? She couldn't understand, yet he had an expression of inevitability, as if this was the truth.
