"That Jian Yang..." Qin Youxue asked in a low voice, "He also..."
Mo Hexuan glanced at her, his expression turning slightly sarcastic: "What, haven't you given up on him yet?"
"..."
"To tell you the truth." Mo Hexuan laughed a bit coldly, "Even if he could marry anyone, it wouldn't be you, Qin Youxue. You think the Jian Family wouldn't investigate their son's potential wife's background? You think you can hide our relationship from anyone?"
Qin Youxue was silent for a while, then jumped off the bed to walk away: "I'm going out for a bit..."
Mo Hexuan grabbed her hand and pressed her back onto the bed.
His long body firmly pinned her down, his dark eyes staring into hers.
"Be good, stay with me while I'm still interested, for a few years." Mo Hexuan said, "You're still young, and I'll give you money. When I get married, I'll set you free. Don't worry, I'm always generous to women, I'll make sure you're well compensated for these years—"
"Why... why does it have to be me..."
