Xiao Moli tightened his grip and pulled An Ziqi into his arms, hugging her tightly. It had been too long since he had held her, and he was nearly going insane with longing.
"You are my wife."
"Xiao Moli, let go of me."
An Ziqi struggled but couldn't break free, so she gritted her teeth, lifted her foot, and stomped hard on his, taking advantage of his pain to forcefully push him away.
Paying no mind to the pain in his foot, Xiao Moli anxiously said, "An'an, even if you want to sentence me to death, at least listen to my explanation first and then decide."
An Ziqi looked up at him and bit her lip. "What is there to explain? Are you trying to tell me that all of this was just an act, that none of it was real?"
Xiao Moli nodded eagerly, "Yes."
"So just because you were acting, I should forgive you?" An Ziqi gritted her teeth.
"You talk about marriage when you want, and then reject me in front of so many people, Xiao Moli, I, An Ziqi, am not that cheap."
