Ye Zhizhou shook off Li Zhiwei's hand and stood up. In the dark, his tall and mighty figure exuded an extraordinary aura.
"It's okay, auntie, we can register for marriage here. Nobody here will know that you are my little aunt."
Ye Zhizhou put his hands on Li Zhiwei's shoulders. His face was cold and feminine, but there was an extremely crazy flame in his eyes.
"Auntie, why do you want to be engaged to that piece of shit Li Bai rather than me? Auntie, will you marry me?"
What Ye Zhizhou said was so crazy and perverse.
Li Zhiwei laughed softly, "Zhizhou, I can't marry you."
"Then, don't get married. Why can't we just be together like this? We only have each other, so we'll be together forever."
Ye Zhizhou's eyebrows became gentle and harmless. He reached over and lightly rubbed her face.
"Zhizhou, no."
