Feng Sufei suddenly heard Nanrong Huai'an's words, and the hand on her side stiffened.
A bunch of words she had prepared long ago suddenly got stuck in her throat and she couldn't say them out.
Feng Sufei's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked up at Nanrong Huai'an, only to find that he was wearing a mask on his face, making it difficult to see his appearance, but he was sitting elegantly on the chair, and he had an unparalleled appearance. tolerance.
Feng Sufei could hardly describe the feeling of seeing Nanrong Huai'an at this moment. It was like wind and clouds, or maybe it was as misty as mist.
Feng Sufei's eyes flashed and she said: "I admire you, Young Master Nanrong, so I thought that if I have the chance to fall in your eyes, I would like to marry you."
After Feng Sufei finished speaking, she felt a subtle and strange feeling surge in the air, and the temperature in the air seemed to drop a few degrees.
Feng Sufei looked at Nanrong Huai'an. He had been sitting quietly from beginning to end, like an unmelted glacier on a high mountain, traceless and rippleless, but exuding a mysterious aura.
He was wearing a mask again, and Feng Sufei couldn't understand his expression at all.
There seemed to be a coercion flowing in the air, but Feng Sufei stood there neither humble nor arrogant, with a serious look on her face.
After a while, Nanrong Huai'an gently turned his chair, looked deeply at Feng Sufei, and said, "Do you want to stay with me?"
Listening to such a clear and moving voice, Feng Sufei's heart beat imperceptibly, and she nodded seriously, "Yes, I think so."
"The reason just now is not enough to convince me. Give me a real reason."
Feng Sufei's fingers trembled slightly. She knew that people like Nanrong Huai'an had the deepest thoughts. It was really difficult to convince him.
Feng Sufei lowered her head, her eyelashes trembled slightly, she thought for a moment, then raised her head again, and said word for word: "Si Jue and I have sworn hatred. I know that Young Master Nanrong, your legs and injuries are also related to Si Jue's." We are deeply related, so I want to stay by your side, Young Master Nanrong, and take revenge together. Besides, Young Master Nanrong, you also need a wife, don’t you? I think I can be your most qualified wife."
After Feng Sufei finished speaking, she looked at Nanrong Huai'an without blinking. Even though she was somewhat confident, she was still uneasy because she didn't understand Nanrong Huai'an and was not sure about his attitude.
But she noticed that since she finished saying this, Nanrong Huai'an was holding the armrest of the chair very hard, and the veins on his fingers were bulging.
Feng Sufei looked at those hands. They had clear joints and were as slender as jade. They were really beautiful.
Feng Sufei felt that she was attracted by a pair of hands!
She became more and more curious as to what kind of unparalleled appearance Nanrong Huai'an had.
Nanrong Huai'an controlled his emotions very well. He calmed down after just a moment. He reached out and slowly lifted the mask off his face.
Feng Sufei saw that there were vertical and horizontal scars on half of the face. She was slightly shocked when she saw such a face, but there was no fear in her eyes, only sadness, and a full sense of sadness permeated her whole body.
Nanrong Huai'an looked into Feng Sufei's eyes and said calmly: "In this case, are you still willing to be my wife?"
Feng Sufei nodded, "Yes!"
Nanrong Huai'an's mouth moved slightly, "Okay, we have the same idea about revenge. As for you to be my wife, we can agree to get married and divorce after one year."
Feng Sufei's eyes trembled. She was actually really willing to follow Nanrong Huai'an, because this was what her grandma had wanted most.
But obviously Nanrong Huai'an may not be willing, so she didn't say anything else, remained silent for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay."