Rong Zhi nonchalantly curved her lips, her brows and eyes captivatingly smiled, her deep black eyes like ink dispersed into fine ripples, swaying little by little, tempting one to drown in them.
Bai Su felt his heart stop for a beat, his gaze fixed on her for a long time, unable to move away.
He gazed into her eyes and said, "I want to get married."
Marriage isn't just obtaining a certificate and sharing a bed. He and Rong Zhi have numerous companies under their names, and many things must be handled before marriage, including property notarization.
But Bai Su wasn't flustered. He knew exactly what he wanted, gently caressing the soft skin beneath his palm. He lowered his gaze and softly laughed, "Rong Zhi, I want to get married, with you."
A solemn invitation.
Rong Zhi was momentarily stunned and asked, "If I don't agree, will you kick me out?"
