Ye Qilan pressed a kiss to Su Hongxing's forehead, his eyes filled with longing.
Su Hongxing darkened her face, "Can you stop mentioning that inauspicious word?!"
Each time she heard it, it made her uncomfortable.
"If you agree to marry me, I'll stop saying it," Ye Qilan said, staring intently at Su Hongxing, hoping for a miracle.
But Su Hongxing lowered her head, "I really don't want to get married."
What could a thin piece of paper represent? Marriage was the most unreliable thing in the world.
Seeing Su Hongxing's brows frown with sorrow, Ye Qilan couldn't bear to pressure her further, "Fine, I'll propose again next time."
One day, she would agree to marry him, wouldn't she?
Perhaps influenced by Ye Qilan, Su Hongxing did not sleep well that night.
If she didn't sleep well, Ye Qilan certainly couldn't either.
Sure enough, something happened the next morning.