Jiang Nanshu spoke sincerely, reflecting his image in her beautiful apricot eyes.
Lu Qingyan listened carefully. Amidst his confusion, he couldn't hear Jiang Nanshu's heartbeat; her serious expression almost caused him to succumb.
He took a deep breath to calm his heartbeat, then looked at her calmly again.
Her dark, slightly curly hair wafted a faint floral scent, feeling like feathers as they brushed across his cheek, bringing a tickling sensation.
He let her sit, the hem of her white bathrobe spreading open, revealing an endless allure.
Lu Qingyan shifted his gaze, hooking her hair with his finger, "Before we become a family, we need to get a marriage certificate. Shall we find some time to get it?"
Jiang Nanshu: "..."
"Ah?"
[Big brother, you should kiss me back, the atmosphere I've created has led to this, and now you're suddenly talking about marriage. If I don't agree, wouldn't that make me look like a terrible woman?]
