She muttered haughtily, but then saw Lu Qing reach out to pat her head. His expression softened, completely different from the first time she met him.
Back then, he forced himself on her and threw a divorce agreement at her.
Qin Miaomiao suddenly felt a dull ache in her chest. She pulled his hand away and muttered:
"Lu Qing, don't deliberately be nice to me. Our agreement has two months and twenty-one days left. When the time's up, we'll get divorced."
Lu Qing's gaze instantly turned cold:
"You remember it so clearly?"
"Can't help but remember it clearly."
She didn't want to let herself get lost in his fleeting tenderness—it was far too dangerous.
Lu Qing narrowed his eyes and asked:
"Are you so eager to divorce me?"
Qin Miaomiao widened her eyes and looked at him, retaliating:
"You're not? The one who was desperate to divorce back then was you!"
"I..."
Lu Qing hesitated as if hiding something, then said coldly:
"Take care and rest."
