She now knew all too well just how prone this man was to jealousy.
One wrong glance from her, and he would punish her severely.
"Why did you suddenly think of designing handkerchiefs?" Beiming Han looked at her, the confusion clearly visible in his eyes.
"..."
"Can you promise me that you won't get angry if I tell you?" Gu Qingxin looked at him nervously, bowing her head as if done something wrong.
Beiming Han's eyes instantly narrowed, "Let's hear it."
"Promise me first, you won't get mad, okay?" Gu Qingxin was really afraid of him getting angry.
"..."
"You intentionally did something knowing that it would upset me, didn't you?" Beiming Han challenged out of nowhere.
Gu Qingxin, "..."
"Then why did you do it anyway!"
"..."
"It's not like that," Gu Qingxin weakly tugged on his sleeve, trying to explain herself.
"Then what's it like?"
