Marrying someone...
Why did the topic suddenly shift to marriage?
Xi Luo was momentarily stunned, then raised an eyebrow to look at the serious-faced man, "Are you proposing?"
"What do you think?" Zong Zhan's lips curved slightly without any change in expression, "Given our current relationship, if I proposed to you, are you sure you wouldn't call me an asshole?"
Xi Luo: "..."
He seems to know her well.
Zong Zhan leaned forward, his deep eyes holding a sharp edge, "Xi Luo, I'm not a hot-blooded young man in his twenties, nor do I have as rich an emotional past as you. I've lowered myself to play this sugar daddy game with you; don't you get my intention?"
"What intention?" Xi Luo fiddled unconsciously with his jacket zipper, her slightly raised eyebrows showing a hint of playfulness, "If you don't say it directly, how would I know what you're thinking? You're quite the grown man..."
"Xi Luo, be with me, be my woman."
In that moment, all sounds vanished.
