"Let's get married, Yuling," Suzuki Sakura paused, then continued, "You should know, yesterday was my first time, and in this lifetime, I will only ever recognize you as my man!" She looked at Nan Yuling, pleadingly.
Only by becoming his wife could she receive the same tenderness he gave to Su Xingyue.
"Okay!" The man's brisk voice suddenly rang out.
"Yuling, are you serious?" Suzuki Sakura's face was filled with surprise, and she looked at Nan Yuling incredulously.
He had finally agreed to marry her.
"The wedding will be held in three days!" Nan Yuling pursed his thin lips, then slowly said, but his voice still carried that distant chill.
But Suzuki Sakura, swept up in excitement, didn't catch on.
"Isn't three days a bit too rushed? I'm afraid there won't be enough time..." Suzuki Sakura was inwardly ecstatic, never having imagined he would be so eager to marry her.
But... a wedding in just three days was undeniably fast.