Xie Wanqing quickly interrupted, "My marriage to Pei Yuqing was my own choice, not to get back at you or avoid you."
"Really?" Lu Ziyuan countered in a low voice, gripping her chin slightly harder, his voice husky as he asked, "Then why haven't you consummated the marriage?"
Xie Wanqing was momentarily stunned by the question, just as she was about to speak, her lips were pressed by his fingertip, preventing her from talking.
"Don't say anything yet, let me guess," he paused for a moment, then snorted, "Don't tell me, it's because he's impotent."
Such a topic made Xie Wanqing uncomfortable, and she instinctively tried to turn her face away, but Lu Ziyuan wasn't about to let her go, his hand on her chin remained unmoved.
He leaned down, eyes fixed on hers, their gazes locked.
Three days, they'd shared a bed for three whole days.
If she truly chose to marry him with her heart, and if their love was mutual, then within three days, who could resist touching their own wife?
