Mo Shiche's outstretched hand paused, a flash of surprise and delight twinkling in his dark eyes. It was quickly concealed but unmistakably there.
A smile curved his lips, softening the usually cold lines of his face, "So you've agreed to marry me?"
"Can't help it, I need to protect Mo Group, and I do need you," she said lazily, her eyes half-closed, a smile in her eyes, "Besides, with a face like yours, you're the only winner."
Mo Shiche leaned in close to her, naturally planting a kiss, "Have you decided to settle down with me, hmm?"
"Once we're married, we should settle down... Ah."
The man suddenly leaned in, pressing her firmly into the couch.
All the words she had wanted to say were pushed right back as he, like a child who had just received candy, overwhelmed with joy, refused to get up from atop her.
However, in emotions alone he was like a child; his hands were anything but idle.
