As soon as these words came out, Chu Dazhuang was utterly dumbfounded.
He stood there with his facial expression, meant to maintain his solemn dignity, slipping out of control.
Chu Dazhuang's eyebrows nearly furrowed to the sky, and the corners of his mouth absurdly curved downward, forming a mask of pain.
He looked at the unwavering Sister Teresa in front of him and felt extremely bitter inside.
He admitted that he had seen many women, the unrestrained ones as well as the reserved and restrained.
But a nun like Sister Teresa was something Chu Dazhuang had never encountered before.
It wasn't for any other reason but the fact that Sister Teresa, no matter what kind of 'order' she belonged to or who she mixed with, was still considered a nun.
Now, as Sister Teresa agreed to his request, Chu Dazhuang was at a total loss.
Standing in front of Sister Teresa, Chu Dazhuang looked at her face filled with worry and, after struggling for a long time, he slowly spoke.
