"Ah!"
This was Shen Mochen's umpteenth sigh, each one making him feel as if happiness was slipping further and further away.
Love wasn't something to be bought or sold by force! In ancient times, that would make you a villain who kidnaps men by force!
Shen Mochen glanced at Catherine, who was taking a small nap against his shoulder, and finally understood how those girls in the stories felt when they were kidnapped by bandit chiefs to become their brides.
"What do you mean 'because you want to'? So you just do whatever you wish? I also wish to have more wives than Su Mo, is that possible?"
Shen Mochen silently gazed at the scenery outside the window, the refreshing minty scent of Catherine's hair lingering around his nose, making it difficult for him to stay calm.