Death Island (3)

[You've gained 1.4 INT.]

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Chunhua already forgot about it being a dungeon with traps and only thought about it as a tropical paradise!

Haoran also joined them in gobbling the desserts, but the fruits and drinks he had eaten were only those with stamina-boosting benefits, even with her insistence.

Feeling a heavy gaze on her, she looked up and realized it was from Haoran. His eyes were three parts dreary, two parts saddened and his lips were pressed into a thin line.

"What's wrong, A'ran?" Chunhua stopped licking the popsicle, asked him, and scanned her eyes around the surroundings, thinking he sensed something dangerous.

But contrary to her guess, he was actually concerned about something else.

In a low voice, he asked, "Since we're already together, shouldn't you call me... husband?" His throat bobbed when the last word was uttered.

Chunhua was startled by the request, but she didn't reject it and granted his wish.