"See, I didn't lie, did I?"
Watching the woman struggle hard to remove the ring from her ring finger without success, Huo Beichen's lips curved into a triumphant arc, "Now that you've put this ring on, it can't be taken off. "Now you have two choices, one, marry me and be my wife, I will pamper you for a lifetime, or two, chop off your finger to take the ring off!"
Ye Nuanxi: "..."
"Why should I chop off my finger?"
In Ye Nuanxi's mind, the two possibilities he mentioned instinctively surfaced. If a man liked her, he would marry her, if not, she would be a mistress crying for a lifetime. "I could choose to cry for a lifetime, yeah? You think you're the only one who, when you can't woo a girl, resorts to self-harm?"
After speaking, the woman's gaze seriously landed on the man's legs that were tied to a brace, the implication clear: only someone like you who can't make it would hurt yourself!
Huo Beichen: "..."
