"Dating? With me?" An Ran pointed to her own nose and asked, "Mu Xingfeng, have you got it wrong? We don't even know each other."
"Don't we know each other now?" Mu Xingfeng wanted to tell her, you're already my woman, how could you not know?
"But... but we don't even understand each other." An Ran felt that although the man in front of her was handsome, was his brain really alright?
"I think you understand me well enough," Mu Xingfeng stared at the A4 paper in An Ran's hand, speaking meaningfully.
"But... but why me?"
"Because you are my savior." Mu Xingfeng said earnestly, "A life-saving grace cannot be repaid; I can only offer myself in return."
In another situation, An Ran would have burst out laughing at the man's words, but now, she couldn't find any reason to laugh.
Imagine that, saying such words with a meticulously dressed professional appearance and a face full of integrity, indifferent and calm—how horrifying.
