"I don't need to kneel, right?" Ye Yingsu asked.
"I don't mind if you want to kneel." Lan Liehuo snorted, turning his gaze slightly away, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. This woman, dressed like this, was she trying to seduce him?
Ye Yingsu didn't want to think about those messy things anymore, like why he wanted to marry her, and what would happen to his fiancée after he married her...
She clasped his hand and slipped the men's ring onto his finger.
Just as Ye Yingsu wanted to retract her hand, Lan Liehuo's large hand swiftly grasped hers.
Their hands, one large and one small, were intertwined. Lan Liehuo lifted her small hand to look at it; the ruby ring quietly sat on her finger, making her small hand appear even more fair and translucent.
The restaurant had already prepared a candlelit dinner for the two of them, and the table was adorned not with roses, but clusters of poppies.
