Time seemed to freeze in that moment. Song Qingxing felt it was the bravest he had ever been in his life, proving his determination to Song Qingxi with his actions.
"Mm…"
Feeling the heat on her lips, Song Qingxi felt a jolt as if a current was surging through her. A tingling numbness spread throughout her body, and she couldn't summon even a shred of strength.
Song Qingxi used all her strength to push against Song Qingxing's chest. Blushing furiously, she whispered in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, "Don't… don't do this."
"Marry me. You're the only one I want." Not having received a clear answer, Song Qingxing wasn't about to let her go. Now that he had started this, there was no turning back.
"You're a cultivation genius, second only to Uncle in the clan. In the future, you'll surely ascend to the Purple Mansion just like him and aim for the Golden Core Dao. But I… my aptitude is merely average. There can be no future for us.
