"Cut the crap. Get to the point, will you lend me the money or not?"
"Tsk! Zhan Xiaoyao, who the hell asks for a loan with such an attitude?"
"...I mean, let's be serious here." Borrowers can't afford to get hurt.
The man furrowed his brows, a flash of emotion passed through his eyes that were deeper than millennia-old wells.
In the end, he tightened his arms around her waist once more and let out a long sigh.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, stop joking around, I'm being serious here, let's get married."
"..."
The man's rare gentle breath was soft on her face, not rowdy, not wicked, not frivolous, and lacked his usual aggressive demeanor, instead carrying a tone full of negotiation. If it were any other girl, she probably would have been crying tears of joy while hugging him by now.
But she was Zhan Se.
