章 1712: The Same Birthmark (Part Nine)

Mo Fei was tired from struggling. Thus, she stopped struggling and flopped onto the bed like a dead body.

Seeing that Mo Fei stopped, Qian Yikun finally felt relieved. He let go of Mo Fei and lay on the bed too. Was he nuts for deciding to marry this woman?

Other than the sounds of their heavy breathing, the room was void of other sounds.

Suddenly, Mo Fei rolled around and pressed her body against Qian Yikun's chest.

Qian Yikun was still lying on the bed. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman on top of him. Seeing that she was still so energetic, he guessed that her body had almost recovered.

"Don't provoke me if you're marrying someone else," Mo Fei threatened Qian Yikun with a force that could crush him to death.

Qian Yikun raised his eyebrows slightly, letting her continue pressing on him. His chest hurt but he endured it. Then, he casually asked, "Who am I marrying?"