"I don't mind either." Qi Ying looked at Yan Huai calmly.
It had to be said that Yan Huai was a very good-looking man.
Due to his illness, his hair was long and looked a little messy, but this hairstyle suited him very well.
Although recuperation had thinned his cheeks, it accentuated his beautiful sculpted face.
His silver pupils were even rarer. When he looked at someone, he felt as if his soul had been purified.
Qi Ying said, "It's just that this engagement is formal. Is Mr. Yan ok with it?"
Yan Huai also looked at Qi Ying. There was a hint of slyness in Qi Ying's cat-like eyes. He found it very interesting.
In the past, he had no interest in sorcery and metaphysics, but at this moment, he felt that he had signed a contract with this little witch in front of him. A contract that bound their lives together.
This feeling made him feel a little strange.
