Looking at the red book in Xi Yemo's hand, Lan Xin Ai didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She was getting divorced and remarried on the same day, and she wouldn't forget the peculiar looks the employee at the civil affairs bureau had given her for her speedy processes.
Not to mention, she had just married a man whose name she didn't even know.
Lan Xin Ai glanced at Xi Yemo's handsome profile, a face as sharp and hard as a diamond - truly a superior man.
"Why did you want to marry me?" she asked.
"I slept with you, so I'll take responsibility for you for the rest of your life."
'I slept with you, so I'll take responsibility for you for the rest of your life'!
The man's voice sounded nice, there's no vulgarity, yet Lan Xin Ai detected a hint of ambiguity.
Her face flushed, her small hands nervously entwining, her legs slightly closing together. Her body still ached from their encounter.