It was somewhat tantalizingly tight.
"If you don't let me marry Nan Mingzhu, I will listen to you."
While Zhuo Ya was still dazed, Gu Yanting had already had her in the car.
After placing Zhuo Ya in the car, the man buckled her seat belt for her, his slender fingers brushing past her eyelids.
Zhuo Ya's heart skipped a beat.
She lifted her face, looking at Gu Yanting's stern face, her voice hoarse, "If I tell you not to marry Nan Mingzhu, will you... call off your wedding?"
"Hmm."
Gu Yanting took Zhuo Ya's hand and kissed it on the lips.
The warm touch felt like he was ironing his own heart.
Zhuo Ya didn't speak and just stared blankly at Gu Yanting.
"Ah Ya, do you want me to marry Nan Mingzhu?"
Seeing that Zhuo Ya didn't speak, Gu Yanting's dark eyes stared intensely into hers.
Zhuo Ya's heart trembled violently, she clenched her palm, pursed her lips in silence, and didn't answer Gu Yanting.
