"Be my woman."
Jing Tianchen spoke each word deliberately.
To him, it was just a simple five-word sentence.
To Chu Liangxia, it was like a thunderclap on a clear day.
She considered herself to have a fairly strong mental constitution, but at that moment, she was inexplicably thrown.
In her more than twenty years of life, having received love letters from elementary school until her hands were sore with the various ways people confessed their feelings, this was the first time she had encountered such a calm yet domineering approach.
It took quite a while for Chu Liangxia to suppress the astonishment showing on her face.
"Can I refuse?"
Chu Liangxia asked lightly, tilting her head slightly as if to treat his words as a joke.
"What do you think?" Jing Tianchen replied, neither warmly nor coldly.
After a pause, Chu Liangxia fell silent again and tried to pull her hand away from his, but it was still immovable.
