"What the hell would I be scared of?!"
Ye Yizhou couldn't back down or get sentimental to save his life:
"When haven't we seen each other in all our naked glory? We've already had the deepest exchanges possible. I'm not even scared of my haters. Why would I be scared of you digging up my past?"
His reputation as the king of trash talk was well earned!
Yan Qingdu turned to look at Ye Yizhou, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. He was pretty cute.
All it took was saying he was scared, and he bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Even if the sky fell, Ye Yizhou's mouth would still be there to hold it up.
"Not even a little?" Yan Qingdu deliberately teased him.
"Even if your image of me falls apart, at worst we can just get div-"
Before Ye Yizhou could finish running his mouth, he felt the oppressive atmosphere beside him and cut himself off.
He didn't even need to look over to imagine how dark Yan Qingdu's handsome face had become.
"Do you want to divorce me that badly?" An icy voice sounded beside Ye Yizhou's ear.
"No!"
Ye Yizhou hurriedly looked at Yan Qingdu, his gaze more resolute than if he were applying to join the Party. "I have absolutely no thoughts of doing anything of the sort."
"Oh."
Yan Qingdu's response was utterly perfunctory, giving away none of his emotions.
But anyone with even a little awareness could tell from the sight of him striding upstairs toward their room that he was unhappy. Very unhappy.
"I really haven't thought about anything like that!"
Ye Yizhou hurried after Yan Qingdu into their room and stated his position again.
Yan Qingdu sat down on the couch and gave another