"Xixi, isn't it enough that I'm willing to marry you?"
It felt as if a 10,000-degree Celsius heat was scorching her neck and ears. She was so heat-stricken and disoriented that she thought she must have misheard. He forcefully turned her around, his lips almost touching hers. "Xixi," he said, his voice somewhat hoarse, "if you insist, then I'll marry you..."
This time, she heard him loud and clear.
She instinctively raised her hands to press against his chest, almost laughing out loud.
He was somewhat puzzled, not understanding why she had suddenly laughed. Moreover, her smile was inscrutable, completely baffling him. A burning desire still raged within him, unvented, and he stubbornly tried to embrace her again, but she pushed him away with all her might.
"Xixi, isn't marrying you enough?"
