"Sijue, would you come to my place tonight?"
The deliberately lowered voice was alluring to the core.
Yan Sijue smiled faintly, holding her hand. Just as a thread of wild joy was born in Chen Yayan's heart, the man had already moved her hand away without hesitation.
"So impatient?"
Chen Yayan's face changed slightly, then her eyes reddened, looking as if she was about to cry: "Sijue, if you hate me so much, why do you want to marry me? I love you very much and want to be your wife, but I won't force you! If you're marrying me out of gratitude but actually detest me, how can I bear it?"
Yan Sijue raised an eyebrow in surprise, then curved his lips: "I thought you already understood this... If you feel this way makes you uncomfortable, it's better to cancel the engagement. I can compensate you in other ways. Consider it?"
Chen Yayan's face instantly turned deathly pale!
