Chen Nan was stupefied.
He had not expected Yun Fei from the east to suddenly ask such a question.
When he said he liked her just now, he didn't think about it in that way at all. After all, there are many kinds of liking, not necessarily referring to romantic feelings between a man and a woman.
She wouldn't really want to marry me, would she?
Chen Nan's heart skipped a beat, and he tried to laugh it off lightly, "Stop joking around, we're only fake married, okay?"
"I don't mind turning a faux pas into the real deal,"
Yun Fei from the east looked at him unwaveringly, seriously saying, "Do you mind?"
"I..."
Chen Nan only felt immense pressure. How should he explain it to her?
Saying he minded seemed a bit too direct, but if he said he didn't mind, that would be just too fake—after all, having a wedding with her was completely out of the question!
