"My lady, when can we become husband and wife?"
Ye Wuchen looked at Mu Ruyue with a smile.
It had to be said, he was truly handsome, like the moon in the sky or a clear spring on the ground, especially when he smiled, as if the whole world brightened.
Such a stunning man, even while walking outside, had countless young ladies throwing handkerchiefs his way or gazing at him with tender affection. Yet, how many knew he was the despised Ghost King?
Mu Ruyue looked into the handsome face so close to hers, felt his hot breath on her face, turned her head away slightly uncomfortable, and said, "Wuchen, do you know what it means to be husband and wife?"