Su Hongxing pulled back her hand, removed the sparkling ring, and tossed it decisively into the trash before giving back to Ye Qilan three words: "Nutcake!!"
Ye Qilan watched as Su Hongxing entered the bedroom. He retrieved the ring from the trash can.
This was the first marriage proposal, it didn't matter that it failed. After a few more tries, he might be able to move her stone-cold heart.
If he couldn't coax her into the wedding hall for the moment, he might as well seduce her body first.
Two hours later, Su Hongxing was still struggling with the bedroom door.
The deadlock was useless. She later realized that the malfunctioning lock must be Ye Qilan's mischief.
By that time, Ye Qilan had already come out of the bathroom, only tied with a thin bath towel around his waist. With every step he took, he exuded a heavy pheromone scent.
Su Hongxing averted eyes, not looking at anything below Ye Qilan's neck. She ordered with absolute seriousness, "Ye Qilan, get out of here!"
