"No matter what, you're already mine!" Mo Heng looked firmly at her.
Just as she thought. Pei Qin felt a bit frazzled, "Mo Jiu! I'll tell you once more, it was just one night of sleep... Just think of it as if you were bitten by a dog!"
"That won't do. Even if you forced me, I must take responsibility for you," Mo Heng frowned.
It still came back to responsibility. Pei Qin's head throbbed as she sat down with a plop, draping her left leg over her right, "Let's hear it, how do you plan to take responsibility?"
Mo Heng said directly, "Marry you."
Pei Qin rolled her eyes, "But I have no intention of getting married!" Men were, to her, dispensable.
"But you are mine now, I must take responsibility for you," Mo Heng insisted with a serious face and firm tone.
