Qi Sui quickly covered his mouth, gritting her teeth. "Say less!"
"Listen, is that something to be proud of?"
Qi Sui really couldn't understand what the man in front of her was thinking.
When you thought he was serious, he would often say things beyond human acceptance. When you thought he was unserious, his handsome face and work attitude occasionally made you feel—he was a decent man.
"What's not proud about it?" Xiang Yu grabbed her hand and placed it on his thigh, arguing vigorously. "You want a divorce, I want to get married. Is there any conflict?"
Qi Sui tried to pull her hand back, yanking like pulling a carrot for a long time, but he held it tightly. She could only say irritably, "Aren't you missing some steps? Although I have indeed completely given up on my marriage, it doesn't mean I'll marry just anyone who comes along."
"Marriage is neither walking to the execution ground nor being buried in a tomb. It's about entering a stable and healthy emotional relationship based on shared responsibility and love."
Qi Sui got to the point. "I'll only ask you—"
"Do you love me?"
"Can you enter a marriage with someone like me because of love?"
"Someone like me?" Xiang Yu repeated. "What do you mean by that?"
"What kind of person are you?"
"Are you a low-class person?"
"Of course," Qi Sui said. "If I get divorced, I'll be a remarried woman."
"Don't talk about how you love me and can ignore all this for my sake. Even an empress would be criticized by future generations for how many times she married."
"From the perspective of marriage, women like me are low-class, even if I don't think so myself."
Xiang Yu's thigh moved. He held Qi Sui's hand and slid it up along his body line until he placed it like a pillow against his cheek. He leaned over and gently rested his head on her palm.
His cheek was warm.
There was also a bit of rough stubble, stinging her palm.
"Mm, let's say you're that kind of person."
"I never said I didn't care about these things, did I? I never said I didn't care about your previous marriage. On the contrary, I care very much. I regret that I didn't confess earlier. I regret that I didn't make you marry me."
Qi Sui interrupted him, "How early could you have been? Could you have known me six years ago?"
"Of course," Xiang Yu said slowly, rubbing against her palm, but didn't explain that sentence. He just said, "You don't want to be remarried? Fine, then don't get married. You'll always be in your first marriage."
Qi Sui was amused by his anger. She reached out and patted his face, with a hint of belittling intent. "What are you saying? If you don't get married, and I don't get married, we just hook up for sex? That's fine. You don't have to comply with marriage, and I don't have to comply with marriage. You might as well say we each go our own way."
When facing emotional issues, she shed her usual confusion, becoming sharp and cutting, stunningly beautiful.
Xiang Yu almost dared not look at this sharpness.
"No, what I mean is—"
"Qi Sui, I didn't approach you to get married, nor am I saying these things impulsively because you're about to divorce."
"I approached you because of my feelings for you. But if you're unwilling to believe in these feelings, that's fine too."
"I don't need you to make any promises because of my pursuit, nor do I need you to bind yourself with marriage."
"I just want to ask—"
"Can you, putting aside relationships, putting aside marriage, putting aside all the mess, have you ever—even for a moment—been captivated by me?"
Yes.
Of course, yes.
Qi Sui's eyes uncontrollably glanced downward.
The man understood.
He asked: "Is it because of this?"
He paused, then suddenly thought of something. "No wonder you always look at my tie. I thought you liked business attire too."
He looked somewhat annoyed, lowering his head. "I should have chosen a different gift for you."
He asked about captivation.
Of course, there was.
Qi Sui pulled her eyes away from the man's chest.
Xiang Yu's expression was calm. "I understand."
Wait, what do you understand?
"If it's this, then let me tell you."
Xiang Yu sighed, took the woman's hand, and spread her light, thin white palm flat on that soft fabric.
The clothing, stretched by the contours of his body, obviously didn't have extra space to store muscles, so it looked narrow and pitiful.
As soon as her cool, fair hand was placed on it, she felt the softness and warmth of that flesh.
And of course, the most crucial point.
She discovered Xiang Yu's secret.
A trivial secret.
But she couldn't help blinking, her gaze falling on it as he wished.
Soft.
Smooth and flat.
No abrupt bumps.
It was a complete, beautiful, healthy piece of flesh.
Hmm.
She had to admit, Xiang Yu truly had some extraordinary qualities.
He was naturally gifted.
She said:
"Well, maybe I'll consider it."
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Author's Note: What exactly is Boss Xiang's secret? It's that, that thing! The reason there's no bulge? Because it's concave, hehe, but I can't write it; I'll get locked in a small dark room!
I read the comments from the last chapter; everyone said it was hilarious!
Hmph! Where is it funny? I'm genuinely writing adult romance here!
Also, I've set the anti-theft percentage to 50%, for 12 hours! Just reporting in～