"Fellow Cultivator Shen, you're so graceful and beautiful. It's a waste not to give."
"Don't even think about it!"
Shen Qingyi's tone was firm. She did not listen to Chen An in a daze just because it was late at night and they were alone. Her mind had always been very clear.
Chen An remained silent for a moment before saying seriously, "Fellow Cultivator Shen, let's get married."
Shen Qingyi fell silent.
After a while, she said with a hint of resentment in her voice, "Alchemist Chen, I really misjudged you. I always thought that you were a gentleman who knew how to respect a woman's wishes. Now, it seems that you're just a hypocrite."
"I never said I was a gentleman."
Chen An hugged Shen Qingyi tighter and smiled shamelessly. "Fellow Cultivator Shen, men are all the same. Once they taste the sweetness, they will want to push their luck. I'm just doing it from the bottom of my heart."
