Huo Qiming chuckled and hugged her. "We've already married for years, yet you're still shy?"

"Huo Qiming, let me make this clear again. I'm not your wife, I'm ..."

She stuck her head out in anger and tried to argue, but was instantly gagged by him.

"Why did you feign death three years ago? Why don't you let me know you're alive, huh?"

"I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. Since you've already married Liang Shiying, then we shouldn't be involved anymore. Instead of being entangled by you, why don't I let you think that I'm dead and then we wouldn't disturb each other ..."

"Heartless woman, do you know how much I've been thinking about you like crazy for the past three years, and how I've been in so much pain that I couldn't sleep all night? You've been living abroad and since you're back, you won' t be able to escape anymore!"

Huo Qiming looked at her tired sleeping face and hugged her body, feeling an unprecedented satisfaction in his heart.

It had been three years, and this was the life he wanted. It took him seven years and three years to figure out what marriage and love were like. Now, even the practical object had returned to him. This time, he promised to answer this question perfectly.