Feeling the softness beside him, Su Chen did not hold back. He lifted Ning Rongrong's chin with one hand, making her look him in the eye.
Seeing that Ning Rongrong seemed a little wronged, a little shy, and even a little afraid, even Su Chen had no idea what had happened.
What could possibly make Ning Rongrong wear such an expression?
Looking at Su Chen's exquisite face, the hormonal aura emanating from his body made Ning Rongrong's delicate figure tremble slightly. Su Chen's prolonged silence left her at a loss as well.
The two stared at each other for a long while. Perhaps unable to bear the grievance any longer, Ning Rongrong's eyes reddened slightly. With a faint sob in her voice, she said, "Brother... can you take responsibility for me?"
???
Su Chen was a little confused. Why was there another one asking him to take responsibility?
I really can't mess around outside anymore! At this rate, the backyard is bound to catch fire.
Why should he take responsibility for Oscar's woman?
Su Chen glanced at Ning Rongrong and said calmly, "Rong Rong, are you sure?"
If she really wanted him to take responsibility, Su Chen would agree. After all, all things considered, after several hundred rounds of battle, they could be said to have developed feelings over time.
He would just need to explain things to Qian Renxue.
Ning Rongrong was not surprised by Su Chen's question. After all, she was still Oscar's wife in name. Why would a mighty God King think highly of her?
But she truly had no other choice.
The two fell silent again. Ning Rongrong did not know what else to say, and the look in her eyes grew increasingly aggrieved as tears began to stream down her face.
Why was she crying