Ye Zhilu looked at Bo Yeyuan in shock and asked after a long pause, "Are you still drunk? I'll call the manor right now and ask them to make some hangover soup."
"Help me get dressed!"
Ye Zhilu happily nodded, picked up the clothes from the bed, and felt herself floating with excitement.
Li Qiyu's heart twisted in pain, her lips turning purple; she felt like she was going to die in the next second.
Despite that, Bo Yeyuan was still being affectionate with Ye Zhilu—fortunately, he found the bed unclean after having been with her on it, or she might have been the woman who died in the most tragic state in this world.
Button by button, Ye Zhilu fastened the shirt for Bo Yeyuan. The day she had been dreaming of had finally come true.
Holding the trousers with a shy face, she didn't know what to do and wished she could hide her face in them. "Emperor Bo... I..."
Then she saw Bo Yeyuan get down on one knee, holding her hand, "Marry me."
Ye Zhilu was stupefied once more.
