I Will Marry You (4)

Pfft —

An Xiaxia froze, the hand holding a pen pausing in mid-air.

"What are you doing here?" she cried out in a low voice.

Sheng Yize enunciated each word. "To get my dear author's autograph."

"…" Gosh, you might as well have come here to slash my throat, Mr. Idol!

However, he had bought her books and she couldn't just chase him away. An Xiaxia had no choice but to sign the books for him — of course, she didn't write what he asked for, and only signed her name.

When she had finally signed the whole stack of books, the driver arrived, puffing, with another stack over his shoulder. "Young Master, as instructed, I've bought all the books here today!"

An Xiaxia was dumbfounded.

Shit! There were at least a few thousand books here and he had bought them all! It would take her forever to sign them all!

"Sheng Yize, knock it off…" An Xiaxia said in resignation.

Sheng Yize sneered. "No, I won't."