Can't Keep a Girl When She's Old

Bo Cixue looked at the man's handsome face downstairs and her heart fluttered.

There was a faint smile in his dark eyes and his cold face looked unusually gentle with gentleness and affection for her.

The moment their eyes met, Bo Cixue's phone rang.

She took out her phone and saw that it was his call. She swiped to answer it.

His deep and pleasant voice trailed into her ear. "Cixue, are you willing to be my Princess Consort?"

Bo Cixue looked at the man downstairs and her lips curled up. "If I'm not willing, won't you lose face?"

"If you don't agree, I'll wait until you do."

Bo Cixue said nothing more and hung up.

Ye Jie looked at the disconnected call and looked up.

He furrowed his eyebrows slightly.

Bo Yan stood beside Ye Jie and looked at his tensed face, saying coldly, "You young people nowadays are too confident. How can my daughter agree to marry you just because you confessed to her in public?"