Rather than thanking me, why not give your heart to me
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
A lingering kiss.
Di Mo Xuan seemed as though he was going to melt into her bones and blood as his arms embraced her tightly.
Ye Qing Luo's cheeks were flushed red as her alluring eyes fluttered as she fell softly into his embrace.
A pair of slender hands encircled his neck as it hung without any strength in front of his chest.
By her ears was the man's deep and mellow voice, as though savouring an urn of rich wine which seeped into one's consciousness making her giddy and intoxicated.
"Lil Luo'er, rather than thanking me, why not just give your heart to me."
Ye Qing Luo's eyes widened.
Her heart pounded wildly as it started racing.
She looked blankly into Di Mo Xuan's sentimental eyes, the scorching heat was like a flame, burning her entire mind and body.
He was serious.
Was this considered as…. A proposal?
Did he mean was to take her as his wife?