Zhang Clean handed over a fragrant white printed paper handkerchief...
She looked up in astonishment to find He Ziting already standing in front of her without her noticing.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
His voice was low and magnetic.
She took the tissue, shook her head with a smile, "I'm fine!"
He nodded, "Alright, if you need my help in the future, just let me know!"
"Mm, thank you!"
"Don't say thank you, I don't like it!"
He gave her a deep look, turned, and walked out...
She silently watched his back.
It was one in the morning, and He Ziting walked toward his study.
She knew he spent a few hours in her bedroom every night just to keep up appearances, to let the He Family know she was his wife.
This contractual hidden marriage, both had their own needs.
She wanted to stay away from Lie Xunjue, but He Ziting's demands... she didn't dare to imagine yet; she didn't know if she could fulfill them.
