Lu Hechen's voice was increasingly filled with emotion, low and rich like it had been soaked in fine wine, husky and magnetic.
Weilan froze, understanding what kind of emotion was mixed in that voice.
Intense, passionate.
Her face flushed fiercely, she retorted shyly, "Oh, what are you talking about? I'm not talking to you anymore."
Seeing Weilan's girlish demeanor, Lu Hechen smiled seductively, the corners of his lips curling up as he gazed at Weilan, his smile enchanting. "Not talking to me? Really?"
"Hey, don't touch!" Weilan cried out softly, "Keep your hands still, it tickles me."
Oh God.
Why had he reverted to his mischievous old self?
This bad behavior was unbearable, and his hands wickedly made her tremble, trying to pull away, but his hands were too unrestrained, already venturing into a certain place, leaving her with no chance to retreat.
"This is exactly the effect I want," he said in a low voice, "Weilan, marry me!"
