Rebecca Quentin slowly lowered her curled, feather-like lashes and spoke with a hint of melancholy, "I just had a very long, long dream... I dreamed we went to register our marriage, everything went smoothly, it was so beautiful in the dream."
Howard Geoffrey's lips curled into a slight, satisfied smile. "I thought I was the only one anxious, but it turns out you couldn't wait to marry me in your dream."
Rebecca blushed at Howard's teasing, lightly slapped him, and intentionally said, "If you keep talking like that, I won't marry you."
Howard's expression changed immediately. "No way."
Rebecca looked at Howard's handsome face full of tension and smugly said, "Now it's you asking me to marry you, how can I just casually agree?"
"How is it casual? Mom is already picking the exact date for our wedding, and I've shown you a lot of sincerity."
"Sincerity?" Rebecca frowned. "I haven't seen any of your sincerity."
