Lu Yinfeng felt a bitter taste in her heart upon hearing these words.
How could it not matter!
"Mo Nanze, you're really going to be the death of me!" Lu Yinfeng spat out these words and stormed back to the bedroom.
She collapsed onto the bed, curling up under the blankets.
Her heart unconsciously started to count down.
She thought to herself that if he didn't come after ten counts, she'd never pay him any mind again.
...seven, six, five, four...
The next second, Lu Yinfeng felt herself enveloped by a firm yet warm cocoon.
It was Mo Nanze.
Her mood improved a bit.
Through the blanket, Mo Nanze caressed Lu Yinfeng's body inch by inch, gently.
Her legs, her lower abdomen, her chest...
Her breathing became gradually heavier.
Lu Yinfeng too was immersed in this moment of tenderness.
She said emotionally, "Mo Nanze, let's get married."
Lu Yinfeng wasn't being rash; this thought had been fermenting in her heart for a long time.