Lu Weixi frowned slightly, to be honest, she was somewhat displeased.
She had already made it very clear that she really was not in the mood today, let alone have the energy to play games with him about having children.
Unexpectedly, Qin Zhiyou kept inching closer. There was initially a distance between them as wide as an arm, but Qin Zhiyou was gradually moving towards her side.
When his hand gently touched Lu Weixiâs, she reflexively withdrew it. Qin Zhiyou knew she wasnât asleep, and boldly stretched out his arm to wrap around her waist.
Lu Weixi couldnât stand it anymore. She grabbed Qin Zhiyouâs hand, swung it to the side, not wanting him to touch her. But Qin Zhiyou took the opportunity to hold onto her palm, the pad of his thumb gently gliding over the back of her hand.
On the one hand, Lu Weixi was disgusted that at this moment he was still trying to flirt with her. On the other hand, his slightly rough and moist fingers sent shivers down her spine in the instant they passed over her hand.
âQin Zhiyou,â she frowned, withdrawing her hand again. She called his name with some impatience, but quickly caught herself and suppressed her voice, âIâm not in the mood today.â
âWhat do you think I want to do?â In the dark, Qin Zhiyou gripped her hand again, inviting strong resistance from Lu Weixi. She even got up, switched on the bedside lamp, turned around and looked at him, âQin Zhiyou.â
Qin Zhiyou wore an indifferent expression, not letting go of her hand, instead slowly rising to his feet.
A vein in Lu Weixiâs temple throbbed. Did Qin Zhiyou think she was a three-year-old who would obediently listen after being coaxed a few times? She couldnât help speaking up: âI have something to tell you.â
Qin Zhiyou nodded: âI also have something to say to you.â
Lu Weixi gave a light snort, âVery well, I would like to hear what you have to say.â
Qin Zhiyou was leisurely. In fact, after thinking things over this afternoon and tonight, he had come to understand some things.
Lu Weixi indeed had doubts and mistrust, and a small matter could perhaps ruin their marriage. But she hadnât completely followed her motherâs advice either, and immediately separated from him.
Wasnât this all right?
If they werenât planning to separate immediately, then there was room for discussion.
âYouâre not intending to divorce me immediately, right?â
That was how Qin Zhiyou started, and Lu Weixi slowly nodded.
She had previously mentioned that divorce was not just their business, her mother wanted them to divorce, but her grandfather and Mrs. Yang might not necessarily agree. Although the property issue wouldnât be a focusâshe had signed a prenuptial agreement, if she initiated a divorce, it would mean she would leave with nothing.
Plus, even though she had no faith in Qin Zhiyou and didnât think he loved her very much, she did harbor a faint hope that he would truly abide by his vows and love her deeply.
âButâ¦â Lu Weixi was just about to rebut when Qin Zhiyouâs hand covered her lips.
âWhat is there to argue about? Since you donât want a divorce, naturally, we should make our days better. Just because of some doubts and hesitations, you fret and worry all the time?â
âButâ¦â
âDonât worry.â Qin Zhiyou cut her off again, sighed, took her hand, brought it to his lips, and gently touched it. âIf youâre not willing, I wonât force you. Weâre husband and wife, supporting each other.â