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Cheng Anya had butterflies in her stomach…

The man's searing hot scent rushed at her and enveloped her. There was a little warmth in the scent that lingered around each other's nose.

Their heartbeats were a little irregular!

'All I want is for you to fall head over heels for me!'

This sentence, like a lingering tune in her ears, shook her heart. What was once unclear in her heart became gradually clearer. Oh, how greedy she was!

She was very greedy!

She was greedy for the clarity and understanding in these matters of the heart.

"Third Young Master Ye, why did you suddenly think of getting married?" Cheng Anya tried to tame her thumping heart. Cheng Anya was typically rational, sometimes excessively so. Apart from visiting the bar out of impulse and having a one night stand with Third Young Master Ye, she had never done anything her reasoning would not allow her to do.