The pretend marriage could no longer satisfy him.
He wanted more, he wanted all of her.
His raspy demands, like a magic spell, snapped An Ning back to reality. "No, don't..."
She pushed him away forcefully.
Her sudden change of attitude and action caught him off guard.
Yu Jingchen looked at her, puzzled. "Why not?"
An Ning's cheeks were flushed, and she said softly, looking down, "Uncle, we go to sleep at nine o'clock, and if we return late, we will be punished."
Yu Jingchen lifted her chin, his smile tinged with mockery. "You're with me and still worried about being punished?"
"Even if we're not punished, it's still a bad influence, right?" she said quickly.
It was too intimate now, and she wasn't ready.
Yu Jingchen wouldn't allow her to evade, and commanded again, "Marry me."
To be honest, when he said those words just now, her whole heart was pounding.
Any woman would find it hard to refuse a proposal from such a man.
Now, said again, it felt even sweeter to her.
