"Sitian, marry me..." Mu Yunshen's low voice carried a pleading illusion, "I'm all alone now, stay... stay with me..."
Tang Sitian struggled to open her eyes and looked at the handsome man above her, his face covered in sweat beads. His sweat dropping onto her face gave her the illusion that this man belonged to her... an illusion.
She bit her lip, her eyes hazy, "Why do you insist on marrying me... do you... like me?"
"Yes," Mu Yunshen buried his head in the crook of her neck with a deep and adoring affection. He answered without any hesitation, "I like you."
Tang Sitian trembled, unable to control the intense surprise and delight that spilled from the depths of her eyes.
Knowing well that it could be honey as much as it could be arsenic.
......
Tang Sitian slept in a daze, becoming aware of a slight movement beside her on the mattress. By the time she opened her eyes, the man had already put on his clothes and left the room.
