Mu Xiaoyao's breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
The tall body pressing against her was so hot it was almost burning her petite frame.
His breath was chaotic like this, his gaze fierce yet focused, he... this moment of emotion was real.
For the fourth time asking the same question, today, his patience was unexpectedly good.
Meeting his gaze, for some reason, Baili Xia suddenly felt a sourness in her heart, tears almost sliding down.
Why cry, even she herself didn't know.
"If you marry me, will you really take responsibility for me?" She looked at him, her watery eyes slightly shimmering.
"I will!" Mu Xiaoyao's answer came without a hint of hesitation.
"What if Uncle still tries to force me?"
"I won't let any man bully my wife!"
Baili Xia suddenly felt her heart skip a beat, the tears ultimately couldn't be held back, slipping from the corner of her eye.
The same question, a long time ago, she had asked before.
