Since Zhao Changhe didn't really take the opportunity to touch or kiss arbitrarily, lacking contact, the chemical reaction between the witchcraft and him ultimately didn't reach its limit. Ye Wuming's desires burned, but it wasn't to the point of having zero resistance, silently resisting and gathering strength, ready to strike hard when he came upon.
Instead, he heard these words, and Ye Wuming, who was already a bit disoriented, felt his brain crash directly.
He didn't take advantage to make a move, but talked about this instead?
Matchmakers and betrothal gifts? What are you talking about?
After a good while, Ye Wuming incredulously opened his mouth: "You... propose to me?"
Zhao Changhe said irritably, "The whole world knows my affection for you, do you really think I'm going to use force or something? If you think it can be resolved through betrothal gifts and proposals, of course I would do it."
