Their bodies were pressed closely together, Xu Qinghuan felt the heat from his body surging into hers like a flame, his breath brushing against her face and neck.
Xu Qinghuan placed her palm against his broad chest, teasing him deliberately, "What are you talking about, what did I say?"
Jiang Xingye's voice was a little hoarse, only feeling that his fiancée's small hand was being mischievous on his chest, like seventeen or eighteen little cat tails scratching at his heart.
"It's what you said when others asked you." Jiang Xingye wanted to directly talk about marriage, but he didn't have the courage to ask, fearing rejection, fearing it was just a vain hope, fearing Xu Qinghuan would say, "I was just joking."
He wanted to marry Xu Qinghuan so much.
Of course, Xu Qinghuan knew what he wanted to ask, "I've said so many things, how can I remember which one it was?"
