Ye Qingqiu felt a chill run down her spine.
She stood up from his embrace and her freshly dried hair fell on her shoulders. Her hair, which had not been dyed in any color, made her fair face even fairer.
"What do you mean?"
Li Tingshen looked at him calmly, his dark eyes unreadable.
"I want to be with you. In any form, we have to live under the same roof. We have to sleep in the same bed. Linlin has to call my father and your mother. The three of us have to be on the same household register, so…"
After saying that, he paused. "Can we get married? Can you marry me? Can I marry you?"
Ye Qingqiu's eyes flickered and she didn't know what to say.
Her mind was filled with the kitchen, knives, blood, and the emergency room…
"I don't want to wait anymore." Li Tingshen's expression was calm. "So will you agree to marry me if Ye Ze's life is returned?"
