"Loving oneself more isn't wrong, but holding onto the thought of leaving me at any moment is unacceptable," He Nan said with a hint of dominance in his voice. "Mianmian, whatever you desire, I can provide, but you cannot entertain the idea of leaving me on a whim."
He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but his last sentence seemed to carry a hint of helplessness. No, that couldn't be right. How could Brother He feel helpless? He is such a powerful figure.
So powerful that he was impeccable.
"Brother He, I..."
"Don't say anything else that might anger me." He Nan pulled her into his embrace as if trying to meld her into his chest, proving her thoughts right; he indeed had no way to handle her.
With other matters, he was decisive, but with her, he could neither scold nor be harsh.