I heard the two words, Mrs. Xi, from Xi Zhan with tender and romantic sentiments. His deep eyes were like a vortex of endless temptation. It made me addicted, so I can't get out of it, and I'd like to be a prisoner in his heart.
But was this time too anachronistic?
I asked hesitantly, "How to be your wife?"
Xi Zhan's fingers rubbed against the bracelet on my wrist, and he said straightly in a low voice, "Follow me to Ireland and lets get the marriage license."
It was always a dream of mine to marry Xi Zhan in the past.
I wanted to be his wife, and I didn’t want Yi Zheng to use those words to retort upon me, and I even wanted to walk aboveboard in his world.
But the situation was really inappropriate.
I reminded him, "But your mother..."
Xi Zhan turned his eyes and said, "Then I think you agree."
I, .".."
I didn't agree. I was just asking him.