Baby, you've been schemed against.

  "If you don't agree with me, even if I've eaten with you, I'll still go flirt with other men! I, Han Bei'er, eat everything, but not losses! Why do you get to flirt with other women, and I have to be proper and virtuous? If you want me to be obedient, you'd better behave yourself and stay away from women!"

  "Bail! Believe me, apart from Yu Rong, there are no other female friends around me. And Yu Rong, she's my sworn sister! Our families and the Jiang family have been acquainted for generations, and she's also my mother's goddaughter, you can't expect me to never see her again, right?" Dongfang Ao looked at Han Bail who refused to compromise, and could only patiently explain.

  "Hmph!" Han Bei'er snorted disdainfully.

  "You yourself said that Jiang Yu Rong is just your sworn sister, not your biological sister. If she were your biological sister, I would sympathize with you! But a sworn sister won't do! Being with a sworn sister, anything can happen, and who knows what might happen in the end? I don't want to be a part of that kind of evil!"

  Dongfang Ao looked at Han Bei'er in front of him with a mixture of laughter and tears.

  Is this the elegant lady that Uncle Han can't stop praising?

  Isn't it too different?

  "Baili! When Uncle Han was introducing you to me, he said you were kind, beautiful, elegant, gentle, understanding and considerate... but I just can't see it?" Dongfang Ao asked with a bitter smile.

  "You've been deceived!" Han Bei'er walked over and sat down beside the bed.

  She never stands when she can sit, it's her life principle.

  Han Bei'er looked at Dongfang Ao and said lazily: "What my dad said, only the 'beauty' part is slightly plausible, don't even think about the rest! I'd rather not be that kind of woman whose husband flirts with other women outside and is obedient at home. If we're going to go crazy, let's do it together! If you regret it now, you can still return me to my dad."

  Dongfang stared at her.

  Her every move, her every smile, he wanted to scrutinize carefully and then engrave in his heart.

  She is his this life, the gift of fate given to him, how can he bear to part with her?

  He sat down beside her, pulled her into his arms, and gently rubbed his straight nose against the top of her head.

  A faint scent of lavender wafted from her hair, carrying a hint of fate, and slipped into his nostrils.

  "Baili! Don't even think about it, you're mine, this lifetime, except for in my arms, you're not allowed to go anywhere else..."

  He held her tightly, his low and powerful voice was like a vow.