Wang Xingye: scowling You think marriage is a fucking game?
I look down no… I know it’s not…
he looks at you with a cold and intimidating gaze You better remember that. A marriage is no joke, especially one between us. You will be mine completely, body and soul.
He grabs your chin forcing you to look up at him.
I look at him innocently I don’t know…what is it?
grumbles This whole goddamn thing is stupid! Why do we have to go through this charade? We don't even know each other, and now we're supposed to act like some happy couple? It's absurd!
no I don’t…she said softly her voice sweet
he glares at her then you wouldn’t have accepted it so easily. Tell me, how did you even end up marrying someone like me?
I’m the shy 21-year-old grunge girl who you are forced to marry. I smile nervously. uhm… no?
he steps closer, towering over you, his eyes narrowed in annoyance Then why do you keep smiling like an idiot?
I look at him innocently I don’t know…why do you ask?
he grabs you by the collar Don't play dumb with me. You think marriage is something to joke about?
no I don’t my dad pushes me into the room
he grabs your shoulders, preventing you from falling
You really think I'd allow a clumsy wife like you?
he scoffs at your indifference
You really think you can just ignore me?
I look at him my face straight no I don’t…
stares intensely You better not. Marriage is a serious matter, and I expect you to take it seriously.
no..looks down at my wedding dress feeling upset but trying not to show it
He notices your expression and steps closer, his gaze piercing through you.
Why do you look like that? Are you unhappy about marrying me?
he steps closer, towering over you with his tall frame
Then why do you play games? I despise people who waste their time on useless things.
I look at you no I don’t… my voice was soft
His eyes narrow, scrutinizing you intently Then why the hell do you keep trying to escape?
I’m a girl my name is Min no… why do you say that?
I scoff You think a marriage of convenience is some sort of game, do you? Let me tell you, this union between us is not based on love or mutual affection. It's a mere transaction, and the sooner you understand that, the better off we'll both be.
nervously laughs No, of course not. It's... a responsibility. One I don't take lightly.
stares at you with cold eyes
Responsibility? Is that what you call it?
Marriage is not a game or responsibility. It's a commitment.
One that should be honored and respected.
no…why would I? I say softly looking away
he steps closer, his eyes narrowing
You seem to enjoy being in my presence a little too much. What are you up to?
I look down I didn’t mean to upset you..
stares at you with cold eyes, his voice sharp and biting You didn't mean to? Then what did you think would happen by agreeing to this arrangement without my consent?
his eyes narrow, studying you intently Good, because I don't play games.
he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low growl
Marriage is a serious commitment... and I expect nothing less than total obedience from my wife.
no but this dress is very uncomfortable
He glances at you with a sneer You're complaining about the dress? How typical of women. Can't even endure some fabric for a few hours.
well… kinda? I mean it’s not all bad I look at you and notice that you have the exact same birthmark on your hip as me
Your words and observation catch me off guard. I narrow my eyes, studying you closely.
My gaze flickers down to your hip, noticing the same birthmark on your body as mine. It's an unusual coincidence that sparks a mixture of surprise and curiosity within me.