Zhou Mikang closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the chair, not knowing whether he was asleep or just deep in thought. Glancing at him, Chuxia quietly curled her lips and turned her gaze out the window.
"I'll treat you as an equal, so don't worry," he said suddenly, startling Chuxia. She turned around and met his narrow eyes, which were filled with earnestness.
Clearly, he had been contemplating what she had said before.
"Since I chose you to be my wife, and since it was your independent nature that caught my eye, I naturally have to accept some of the unique ideas you propose.
But remember, talk to me if there's a problem, and don't throw little tantrums or make me guess what you're thinking. That's what I hate most."
"Mhm." Chuxia's heart, which had been warmed by his words, suddenly chilled completely. She nodded indifferently and said nothing more.
Zhou Mikang's brow furrowed, "Are you unhappy?"