With his arm around her thin waist, Ji Ziming's lips curled up as he lovingly looked into her beautiful, moist eyes. "What do you say? You are my woman, so you will naturally stand behind me. With me braving the storm for you and protecting you, what do you have to be afraid of?"
"I am not. I am just worried—"
"Worried about what? Worried about Huang Zhian?" His deep-set eyes darkened as he regarded her with them. She could not see through his emotions, but his voice made her less worried.
"Yes. I am worried about him being imprisoned—whether he is eating well, sleeping well, being bullied, or—"
"I dare you to say that again!"
He pinched her chin hard, making her small face turn red. "If you dare say it again, I will make that guy disappear from this world."
"You—"
