[One-on-one romance + dual personalities + modern city + nuanced emotions + groveling pursuit]
She got up in the middle of the night to drink some water in the living room, only to find him sitting alone on the sofa. It was pitch-black, and he startled her.
“Yan Zhi?” She slowly approached. “Are you feeling unwell?”
He slowly raised his head and stared straight at her. There wasn’t a trace of the gentlemanly manner he’d shown during the day in those eyes. Frightened, she took half a step back.
He reached out and grabbed her wrist. “Who are you? What are you doing in my house?!” He yanked her toward him, trapping her in his arms as he waited for her answer.
“I... We got our marriage license today, so I’m your wife. I just moved in. You... don’t remember?” Her voice lacked conviction. Honestly, how could anyone be assertive in a situation like this? She pointed to the drawer beneath the TV cabinet. “Our marriage license... and the agreement are in there!”
He glanced toward where she was pointing, loosening his grip a little. Then he turned back to her and asked, “So... we’re married?”
She nodded like a little chick pecking at grain.
His expression relaxed, and he began to study the person in his arms. “You’re beautiful.” He leaned in and sniffed, narrowing his eyes. “And you smell lovely.”
“C-could you let go of me first?” His breath brushed against her neck, sending a shiver through her. She struggled in his arms...
