"Would you want me to be sentenced to fewer years?"
Before the woman could finish speaking, the man gently interrupted her, his deep voice tenderly intoxicating, "Youyou, hmm?!"
"Could my wishing actually make you be sentenced to fewer years?"
She had no control over such matters, "I'm not an international judge. Wishing is futile, but…"
Pausing for a moment, the woman spoke again, "Still, I hope you'll be alright!"
"Really?"
It was the first time Nanke Yuting had heard such words from her lips, and his sunken spirits suddenly revived, "Youyou, you really hope I'll be alright, doesn't that prove that you don't really hate me but just despise my job? Isn't that right?"
The woman stayed silent, outright ignoring him, quiet as if she had returned to her previous slumber, after a long while, seeing that she still had not spoken, Nanke Yuting moved closer to her back, and the soft touch of her body made Nanke Yuting's blood boil!
