Your tomorrow is in my hands.

Xia Anlan had long seen her guilty little actions clearly. There was a smile in his eyes."Just tell me, if you have other evil thoughts about me, then let your tomorrow ... Be in my hands."

"Eh?" "What did you say?" su ningmei looked at him in surprise.

"If you're lying," Xia Anlan repeated,"then your tomorrow is in my hands."

His tone was too serious, and su ningmei felt that something wasn't right.""Why ... Why did you make such an oath?"

The 'tomorrow' that Xia Anlan was referring to was definitely not just tomorrow. He was referring to the future ...

"Just say it ... If you don't say it, it only means that you have a guilty conscience."

Su ningmei glanced at his lips. She had personally tried the touch just now. She took a deep breath."Alright, I swear ... If I have any other evil thoughts about Xia Anlan, I'll let my tomorrow ... Be in his hands ..."

"Why do you want me to say that?"