Chapitre 313: Will You Take Me?

Grandpa Mu's voice echoed in her ears. 'If the man doesn't initiate, you, as a woman, should put down your reserve accordingly…'

Her pride was her reserve.

She had once been reserved.

Mu Yazhe was like a carefree yet arrogant gust of wind with that temperament of his, though. In his presence, she was totally lost on how to start a talk and gain his interest.

Since they were kids, he had always been distant toward her. On the one hand he was surely opposed to this marriage, but on the other hand he was probably totally uninterested in her.

Her hands clenched into fists. She slowly stepped forward and questioned, "Zhe, why don't you touch me at all?"

He slightly widened his eyes, which were cold and piercing, yet he did not spout a word.

She observed him casually pulling off his necktie and removing his blouse before her. From his calm and lackluster expression, she could tell that he was acting as if she were invisible just like the wind.