Her eyes were full of disbelief.
She was just a young girl, half a step out into society. How could he want to marry her...? Shouldn't he find a woman as outstanding as himself?
Shen Lin gazed into her bright, clear apricot eyes, and his heart stirred.
Then he tousled her soft, short hair, leaned in, and kissed her slightly swollen lips.
"As a testament to kissing your lips right after you ate 'luosifen', I'm serious. I want you to go and register our marriage with me."
Li Zaijun: "..."
She snapped back to reality, quickly grabbed a tissue, and vigorously wiped her mouth, her face alternating between red and white.
This bastard! Had she agreed for him to prove it this way?
She looked down and said irritably, "I'm sorry, I don't want to. I think we're not suitable."
As soon as these words fell, Shen Lin casually moved behind her, leaned forward, and placed his hands directly on the edge of her desk, completely trapping her in his embrace.
