After the kiss ended, Shi Annuo still didn't let go of Wen Zhaozhao. He pressed his forehead against hers, and spoke tenderly, "Zhaozhao, will you marry me?"
Wen Zhaozhao's eyes widened, as she looked at Shi Annuo feeling she must be dreaming. It had to be a dream, otherwise why would he be proposing to her?
No matter what, it shouldn't be a proposal.
"Zhaozhao, your answer?" Shi Annuo asked again, nervously.
Wen Zhaozhao swallowed hard, "I will, I certainly will!"
Even if this were a dream, she didn't care anymore. After all, she loved him, loved him so much that she had dreamt countless times of marrying him.
She also said, "It's just so sudden, how did you decide on marriage so quickly? I'm caught off guard."
