"In that case, will you agree to marry me if I'm gentler?" Although Yan Wangchuan's voice was cold, he was very serious. This feeling was like negotiating a contract in the business world. He was decisive and domineering.
Qiao Aiyun didn't know how to answer him. She reached out her hand to tug at her collar. "I suddenly remember that I still have something to do…"
She felt that the two of them were not talking about getting married at all, but rather a deal.
Just as she got up, someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her back onto the sofa.
"I'll change on whatever you say." He held her hand tightly, which was hot and sweaty.
"Okay." Seeing him nervous and helpless, Qiao Aiyun couldn't bear to let him down and nodded silently.
"Aiyun…
"I'm being very serious. Think about it carefully." His voice was low and hoarse.
"If you're dissatisfied with anything…
