"If I looked like this, even if I gave them the cold shoulder, men would still flock to me, practically scrambling to climb onto me."
"You... you're still saying that?" Ye Shaoxuan was so furious he nearly exploded on the spot.
Did she even have a heart?
Did she have any idea how angry he was right now?
Wasn't she supposed to coax him at a time like this?
Su Qiao was genuinely afraid he would make himself sick with anger. She hurriedly stood up, walked over, and pulled him to sit beside the couch. "What I said just now was all false. I was only lying to him. Did you really have to get this angry?"
"Even if I really wanted to leave, I would definitely bundle you up and take you with me. After all, a man as good as you would surely be snatched away by someone else if I didn't make my move early."
The anger in Ye Shaoxuan's heart finally faded. "Hmph. Good that you know."
444 curled up in the space, speechless beyond words.
They really were something else—one dared to say it, and the other dared to accept it!
Although his anger had dissipated, Ye Shaoxuan still had a lingering fear. He pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her hair. His voice rarely revealed a trace of vulnerability. "Don't joke like that with me again."
He couldn't imagine what his world would look like without her.
Nor could he stand the thought of a pack of men circling her like lapdogs wherever he couldn't see.
She didn't know how agitated he became when her gaze shifted away from him, or how badly he wanted to dismember, one by one, every man who stared at her, then feed the pieces to