Jiang Youzhi held her tightly, suppressing the emotions surging in his heart, and whispered softly in Yun Jiao's ear, "Jiao Jiao, I really, really want to marry you soon."
Yun Jiao's mind was still dizzy, and she only let out a meaningless hum.
This sound made Jiang Youzhi love her even more, making him nearly want to crush Yun Jiao into himself.
Yet his hand touched her face with utmost care, softly calling her name, "Jiao Jiao······"
When Jiang Youzhi came over, it was still daylight, and the room wasn't too dark, with only a single candle lit. Unnoticed, night had fallen.
The faint light of the candle illuminated the pair of them embracing.
No one knew how long they held each other, before Yun Jiao, a heavy skin hunger patient, feeling satisfied, finally regained her senses. She straightened up from Jiang Youzhi's embrace and, with gleaming eyes, quietly asked, "Is my hair messed up?"
