Xuanyuan Bei was furious, because of her words.
And because of her cold, indifferent demeanor, as if he was the only one with passion, unilaterally enamored.
Though, it was mostly him being unilaterally enamored.
But, he just wished she could love him back the way he loved her.
Even if it wasn't intense love, even a bit of ardor, a bit of tenderness would suffice.
However, for three years, she had always been cold and indifferent towards him, as if he were her enemy.
No, enemies would be better, at least she would feel hate.
But towards him, she didn't even possess hate...
He couldn't even compare to an enemy of hers; she treated the servants better than she treated him.
A self-mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as Xuanyuan Bei walked up behind her, gently embracing her, holding the petite her entirely in his arms, continually kissing her face, her neck.
He murmured vaguely, "Yue'er, let's have a child too. A child of our own."
