87 If you dare to marry, I will take you as my wife

She stood there overwhelmed by the unexpected turmoil.

In... invitation?

Invitation my ass!

With a strike of her palm, she flung a slap towards Di Mo Xuan.

But her backhand got caught in the air before it happened.

Both hands are now buckled by him with ease.

Ye Qing Luo gritted her teeth furiously as she watched herself being pinned down by that man. She couldn't move an inch and the only thing she could do now was to stare at him hard.

"Ah Luo." The lord's black pupils darted at her oval face, revealing a bit of evil charm.

He had called her name in a deep husky tone.

Without hesitation, his face shifted forward. He leaned in a little closer, their foreheads touching.

In that moment, both pairs of eyes gazed at each other as the tips of their noses contacted.

She felt his warm breath spreading throughout her face as his crimson lips parted slightly.