He turned his eyes slightly, put his fingertips to his lips, and coughed. Embarrassment flashed across the man's delicate eyes.
The dim yellow light shone on Yan Qi's white jade-like face, tainting the corners of his eyes with shyness. They were slightly curved like the breeze and the moon, with a layer of extremely light and charming color.
"I'm telling the truth ... What about you? are you willing to accept me as my wife?"
It was a very light sentence, but it carried a little caution.
Fu Shang's eyes trembled.
She noticed that when he said these words, Yan Qi referred to himself as "I," and not "Zhen," which meant "Emperor."
The "I'm willing" was about to be blurted out.
However, system 677 in Fu Shang's mind was screaming, [ host!! ] [ you can't agree to it!!! ]
[ character setting! Character setting! [ you can't destroy your character setting! ]
Fu Shang was speechless.
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