Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's. "Well... okay."
He was overjoyed. "That's settled then. Xixi, you mustn't go back on your word."
She muttered, "And what if I change my mind?"
"Then I'll move in with you."
"!!!"
He held her tightly, making no attempt to hide the intense heat radiating from his body. His voice was husky. "Xixi, I desire you... So many nights, I can't sleep thinking about you... Besides, we're getting married. I really can't hold back anymore…"
He's right. We're getting married, so it only makes sense for us to live together.
He took the scarf from beside her, wrapped it around her neck, and then took her hand. "Let's go, it's time for work. I'll pick you up every day this week."
"Xiaojue, aren't you afraid of being seen?"
"It's fine. I'll use the underground parking garage; no one will see. Besides, even if they do, it's not a big deal. We're getting married—can we really hide it from people forever?"
