Wen Ran's heart felt sour as she forced herself to fall asleep, but then a warm embrace pressed against her from behind.
Her body stiffened.
His hand rested on her waist, and his thin lips grazed her cheek. His voice was uncharacteristically gentle: "Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you."
She opened her eyes and glanced sideways slightly: "Really?"
"Yes, really. This is my sincerity for spending the rest of my life with you."
"Then no matter what I ask, you must promise not to get angry."
The man chuckled lightly: "Of course."
Although he hesitated, he ultimately agreed to let her ask.
Wen Ran's mood improved a bit, and she began asking without restraint: "What did you like about Ms. Wan Ning? How long were you together before you broke up? Is she prettier than me? Does she have a better figure?"
He couldn't help but laugh softly: "Madam's questions are certainly thorough."