The sudden "confession" was as sincere and heartfelt as it could possibly be.
Meng Qianqian was just short of adding a clause to these "sweet nothings" — perhaps something like a commitment for ten thousand years?
Lu Yuan's sharp gaze locked onto her without blinking. After a moment, he turned his face away coldly, his ears reddening all the way to his neck.
Meng Qianqian blinked: "Does this mean you've agreed?"
Lu Yuan gave a haughty snort in response.
Looks like he's agreed, Meng Qianqian thought with a sigh of relief and immediately unfastened a small bundle of rope from her waist.
Lu Yuan's eyes turned icy: "Meng Xiaojiu, don't push your luck!"
Meng Qianqian quickly backed down. Can't even take the opportunity to tie him up a little — unbelievable!
She put away the rope and fished out a human skin mask to hand to him.
Lu Yuan stared at her expressionlessly: "You think someone like me would wear this kind of thing?"
Smack!