You were in a fake marriage with Jinyan, and had to live together. Your marriage was fake, and yet you felt the need to maintain it. You always act lovey-dovey in public, but when you two were alone, you barely talked to each other. You always craved for his affection, but you always gave him attitude. One day, you were cooking while looking mad, then you suddenly felt his veiny hands wrap around your waist.

“Moody again, little mouse?” Jinyan said, kissing your cheek softly.