A cigarette had been smoked through.
Shi Jingzhou pushed open the car door, got out, and pulled Qiao Zhiyi's wrist to lead her out of the car as well.
The car door closed; one hand pressed against the door while the other encircled her waist, completely enclosing her within his embrace.
Back against the car door, Qiao Zhiyi dared not breathe as she looked at Shi Jingzhou.
What was he going to do next?
"As a man, I need your body. As your husband, I need your heart. And you say I don't need them? Ha, then tell me, what can you give me?"
He remembered Qiao Zhiyi had once said that fruit that is forced is not sweet.
He had also said he didn't care whether it was sweet or not, as long as it quenched his thirst.
The fact was, he still hadn't tasted this unsweetened fruit to quench his thirst.
"What about you? What can you give me?" Qiao Zhiyi mustered her courage.
If neither love, why feign deep affections?
Shi Jingzhou hadn't expected her to ask such a question.