"Qiao Muer..." Yue Zheng called her in a low voice.
His thin lips were pressed against her ear, biting her round and small earlobe.
The magnetic and lazy voice, as if stained with a layer of hoarseness by the valley of love and a little anger, was so sexy that it made Qiao Muer's ears hot. Waves of tingling and numbness flowed from the tips of her ears to her limbs like electric currents.
The girl's moist almond-shaped eyes were covered with a layer of mist, her gaze gradually became blurred, and she fell into an unprecedented wonderful feeling.
At this moment, Yue Zheng's magnetic and lazy voice sounded again.
He leaned close to her ear and asked, "Mu'er, do you really want to marry me?"
"Um… ?"
Qiao Muer's voice was soft, with a hint of confusion.
For a moment, she didn't understand Yue Zheng's question.
But when the numbness in her body faded a little, she became a little more awake.
Marry him
Of course, of course I do.
She wanted to marry him very much and had been thinking about it for a long time. Ever since she was a child, she had wanted to be close to him and be his little bride.
But at that time, she was Brother Youyou's fiancée, and she didn't dare and couldn't do it.
But now, Brother Youyou has someone he loves, and Daddy, Mommy, and Godmother will no longer let her be with Brother Youyou.
She... She could finally openly say that she liked An An, liked him... She liked him so much that her heart was filled with joy at the thought of marrying him.
Hearing the confusion in the girl's tone, Yue Zheng's eyes, as deep as the sea, sank slightly.
He stretched out his slender fingers, pinched Qiao Muer's chin, and lifted it up: "I'll ask you again, Muer, you have to answer obediently. Do you really want to marry me and be my wife?"
"I..." The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her almond-shaped eyes stared at the man's blue pupils with brilliance.
She wanted to tell Yue Zheng, yes.
She really wanted to be his wife, Mrs. Yue.
But Yanyan’s words flashed through my mind again.
Yanyan, what did you say... Yanyan seemed to have told her not to admit it and to say that she didn't want to think about it.
"Qiao Muer, don't you want to marry me, huh?" The man moved closer, rubbing his fingertips on her slightly swollen red lips from being kissed. His handsome and cold facial features magnified before his eyes.
His blue eyes were deep, as if hiding infinite expectations for her.
At that moment, Qiao Muer forgot Lu Yan's instructions.
She didn't understand why Yanyan asked her to do that, and now her heart was completely on Yue Zheng.
They are about to get engaged and be recognized and blessed by their families.
Her dream since childhood was about to come true. She liked him, loved him, and wanted to be his bride!
"Yes, I really want to... I have always wanted to marry you. Brother An An, I like you... I want to marry you."
Qiao Muer tried her best and finally confessed.
As she spoke, she stretched out her arms, hugged Yue Zheng's broad shoulders, and buried her little face in the crook of his neck.
However, before her left hand could hold firmly, it was grabbed by the man's big hand and pulled down.
"So, you pretend to be pitiful in front of my parents to win their sympathy so that you can marry me as you wish." Yue Zheng's tone was as cold as ice, and the look in his eyes when he looked at her was already chilling.
"You...what are you talking about?" Qiao Muer opened her eyes wide, not understanding.
"What am I talking about, huh..." Yue Zheng curled his lips, a cold arc appearing at the corners of his lips with mockery.
"Qiao Muer, stop acting so pitiful... Isn't this what you want? You schemed and tried your best to please my mother, but when Lu Qilin wasn't around, you immediately chose me as your second choice.
Qiao Muer, let me tell you... Even if I have kissed you and slept with you, I will not easily accept you. If you behave yourself and wait for my arrangement, I don't mind marrying you and continuing to spoil you. But you threatened me with my parents... I, Yue Zheng, hate it most, is to let others control my life at will."
Next chapter around 19:10 (to be continued)