Oh my God! Zhan Jia 'er suddenly raised her eyes, and pain flashed in her teary eyes.
Zhan mo, who had always doted on his little sister, said with a heart of stone,"You only have one chance. Think carefully before you answer."
Jia 'er was too kind, but kind women were bound to be hurt.
He could protect her in other matters, but he couldn't protect her in love. So, he had to let her learn to fight for herself.
Zhan Jia 'er's gaze flickered a few times, and the expression on her slightly pale little face also changed continuously.
"I won't be a coward!"
She almost said 'I don't want to'.
However, her eyes accidentally swept across the projection screen. Li junyu's face was almost perfect, and she was obsessed with it.
Zhan Jia 'er's thin shoulders trembled violently.
"I, Yingluo, am willing." She sobbed and cried.
She was willing. She wanted to. She really wanted to marry li junyu.
