Sang Qianqian lowered her head, not daring to look at him.
However, the man pinched her chin and forced her to look up. His voice was low and overbearing. "Look at me and say it again."
Sang Qianqian forced herself to calm down and looked into his dark eyes. "I really did lose it."
Shen Hanyu remained silent for a while.
When he spoke again, his tone was a little forbearing. "How long will it take to make a new one?"
"I don't know," Sang Qianqian replied.
The man's oppressive breath came closer, and his eyes were clearly unhappy. "So, Sang Qianqian, do you want to get our marriage certificate or not?"
Sang Qianqian opened her mouth and was about to speak.
The next moment, her lips were covered by Shen Hanyu's. He did not give her a chance to answer.
Sang Qianqian was almost suffocated by the lack of oxygen as he pressed her down on the seat and kissed her as he pleased.
