Ye Xingguang was clearly irritated in her heart. Yet, she couldn't help but laugh at his words. Straightening her expression, she stared at him and snapped, "Who's joking with you? Can't you take things seriously?"
"Every single word I've said is serious."
With one hand on her waist, Ye Junqing used his other hand to brace against the desk behind her. He trapped her between his chest and the desk. He lowered his head, his deep black eyes fixed on her, trying to figure out the source of her grievances.
After a moment of consideration, he moved closer until their noses almost touched, then he chuckled softly, "Do you think I would sacrifice my happiness for political goals? That I'm not sincerely interested in you, and you feel unjust?"
Ye Xingguang's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively closed her eyes. In that moment, it felt as though the man could read her heart through her eyes.
"Why are you closing your eyes? Are you afraid to look at me or afraid to let me see?"