Marriage contract.
When these two words landed in Jian Fengchi's ears, they were like thunder that struck Jian Fengchi's mind.
He looked at Mu Hongyu in a daze. For a moment, he couldn't tell if this was reality or illusion. Did I drink too much tonight and am very drunk, or…
"…Hongyu, you're… willing to marry me?" His voice was very light, and there was a hint of caution. Even if it was a dream, he didn't dare to disturb it.
Looking at his rare dazed appearance, Mu Hongyu was both angry and amused. That sentence just now was almost equivalent to me taking the initiative to propose. Why didn't he nod immediately?
Even though she had a straightforward personality, she was still a lady and was still shy in such matters. Saying that sentence had already used up all the courage she had accumulated with much difficulty.
She snorted softly. "It's fine if you're unwilling."