Han Zuo nodded without hesitation, "Okay."
If they were together tonight, then it would be right and proper to register their marriage tomorrow.
He would definitely take responsibility for her.
Responsibility for a lifetime.
Yian Jingxue's lips slowly approached Han Zuo's, murmuring, "Brother Zuo... after we get our marriage certificate tomorrow, let's go see my grandfather. He surely hasn't gone far. We'll tell him we got married; he will be so happy..."
A bittersweet ache softened Han Zuo's heart, unsure whether he felt sweetness or sorrow.
He hoarsely said, "Okay!"
As he watched the rosy lips coming closer and closer, the rationality he'd been desperately clinging to finally collapsed again.
It felt like a loud bang in his mind, and the string known as rationality broke.
He abruptly pressed Yian Jingxue down on the bed and captured her lips with his...
The drugs had eroded his restraint, making his movements rough.
