"You mean to tell me to turn this raw rice into cooked rice?"
Nangong Ming bitterly smiled as he took the half-smoked cigarette from his mouth and crushed it heavily into the ashtray. His deep gaze held a hint of inexplicable expectation when he looked at her, and his dark pupils seemed to draw her in completely...
"No... How could that be? I'm not so shameless. What I mean is..."
As she spoke, Bai Xuan pulled together the collar of her white shirt as if afraid the man would see parts of her that shouldn't be seen. Then she pretended to be calm and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window next to him, cautiously pulled the curtains open, and peered down. She hadn't realized until she looked and recoiled back to her original spot in shock, "Oh my gosh, why are there so many reporters? And... some from our troops too?"
"What do you think all my nonsense and insisting you marry me was for?"
"To shut those reporters' mouths?"
