A Little Cold-Blooded

Feeling that those words stung his ears, Han Moze had to put his own lips over that relentlessly little mouth—Liu Rushuang really had the guts to say anything she wanted.

He kissed her until she was almost suffocating before stopping, and stared straight into her eyes, his lips narrowing into a single sharp line as he seethed every word from between his lips, "Who would you want marrying you other than me? The Demon Master or Phantom Fox?"

Liu Rushuang gulped in fear by reflex, her cheeks blushing slightly as she lowered her gaze and conceded. "I won't marry anyone other than you. Are you happy now?"

Han Moze's lips curled in satisfaction, but there was a vague glint in his eyes as he coolly said, "At least your eyes work… but how are you going to make me believe what you said?"

Liu Rushuang's pretty brows knitted together right then as she glared straight into his eyes, and eventually snapped, "Whatever! Believe what you want!"