Cheng Weiyue heard her own voice, struggling, bit by bit, to squeeze out from between her teeth, "What do you want me to do?"
Zhou Jingwei had to admit that when Cheng Weiyue said those words, there was a moment when he thought about giving up the plan.
Just help her unconditionally, why must he push the girl to this extent?
But indeed, he couldn't become a high-minded and principled hero; as soon as this thought emerged, it was suppressed back down, his possessiveness overpowering everything and occupying the high ground.
He gently cradled Cheng Weiyue's face, his fingertips wiping the fine sweat from the girl's forehead, his movements filled with tenderness and care.
He leaned in even closer, their noses almost touching, his voice soft and low, "Three months, stay by my side for three months, be my girlfriend, Weiyue, I guarantee, I will treat you well. As for after three months, if you want to leave, if you don't want to stay..."