"Meng Die, you know my situation. I'm just afraid you'll regret this," Yi Anguo said earnestly.
"Things are already like this. Is there anything left for me to regret?" Zhou Mengdie retorted.
Yi Anguo said no more. He lowered his head to kiss her again, then scooped her into his arms and carried her into the lounge.
Now that Zhou Mengdie had said as much, it was clear she had made her decision. Yi Anguo no longer had any reason to stop. Besides, he didn't want to hesitate any longer. He didn't want to live with the regret of not keeping Zhou Mengdie, of watching helplessly as she married another man.
In his heart, he had long considered Zhou Mengdie his woman. How could any man just stand by and watch the woman he likes become someone else's?
"You're my woman now. Are you happy?" Yi Anguo asked, holding her in his arms.
"Mhm. I do have one regret: not taking this step sooner," Zhou Mengdie said, her face flushing crimson.
