"Do you dislike me controlling you?"
Xie Zhixing asked, holding her in his arms.
"Yes."
Faced with Yun Jiao's decisive answer, Xie Zhixing wished he could turn back time, as these were words he didn't like to hear.
He lowered his eyelashes, showing a vulnerability that could shock the entire court.
Unfortunately, Yun Jiao, who was playing with the Luban Lock in his arms, couldn't see his expression. She wasn't good at multitasking, so most of her attention was on the little gadget in her hand. The more Xie Zhixing looked at it, the more displeased he became, his tone following suit with a hint of melancholy: "I don't look at others, why can't you just look at me alone?"
"Because that's the kind of woman I am."
Yun Jiao frowned deeply.
This stupid piece of wood, why is it so difficult: "It's so frustrating, the Luban Lock that the Eldest Prince gave me, I can't solve it no matter what. If he asks me later if I've played with it, won't I be embarrassed?"
