Call of help

"Let's get married, butterfly." There was no hesitation in his voice and a shiver ran through her spine as she heard his smoky voice asking her to marry him. 

No, she couldn't…. 

Although Du Zheng had made it clear several times as to what he wanted to do with her. Yet, he never directly asked her to marry him.

He could force her to marry him now that she was of legal age yet he still wanted her to marry him. 

How many times had she made it clear that she wanted no such relation with him? She saw him as a guardian, a benefactor who saved her life, nothing else! 

"Let's get married, tomorrow?"Du Zheng gripped her trembling chin in his fingers and made her forcibly look into his eyes. 

His dark orbs were oddly staring at her. A chill ran through her body as she realized the trouble she was in. Du Zheng was drunk. He wasn't in his senses. She didn't know how to behave with a drunk Du Zheng as she had never handled one.