Yi Jian spoke slowly, looking into her eyes with a touch of trance and sadness, moving his lips, his tone was quite serious, "Marry me."
His voice was very light.
Zhong Qing suddenly raised her head, her heart was frightened by Yi Jian's words and her heart beat irregularly. Her speech also began to blur: "Young... Young Marshal... what did you say... what did you say?"
Yi Jian looked at Zhong Qing calmly, with a faint light shining in his eyes.
He didn't speak, but his breathing was obviously shaking slightly, revealing the tension in his heart.
"Marry me... everything can end successfully."
His voice trembled slightly, and seemed to be a little sad.
The loving breathing could no longer be maintained at that moment.
He was too direct, too calm, and she didn't even know how to answer his question.
She wanted to look away from his eyes, but found that she couldn't avoid them at all.
She clenched her hands fiercely, but felt that her eyes and heart were stung by something.
Marry him...Marry him...
Zhongqing stood there, completely at a loss.
How is it possible to marry him?
She doesn't want to marry him!
She didn't want to marry someone who didn't belong to her at all.
She has self-awareness, and what kind of person is a good match for her!
Yi Jian stretched out his hand and touched her face with a touch of cherishment.
He had thousands of words that he wanted to say to her.
Open your heart.
Her body trembled the moment he touched her skin, and then she suddenly moved away.
She even reached out her hand to push him away.
She was so strong that she pushed him back two steps.
This action was like a basin of cold water poured on Yi Jian's body.
Yi Jian's words were all swallowed back into his stomach.
His eyes, at that moment, were unpredictable.
Indifference, helplessness, pain, despair, and desolation.
Like an illusion.
However, very quickly, it disappeared again.
It's as if someone has seen the wrong thing.
At this moment, the young marshal in front of Qing Qing was still the cold marshal, the taciturn young marshal, with a pair of eyes that looked at her quietly, completely dark.
The reflections in her eyes are all hers.
But...it's very cold.
He understood what she meant.
What a pity...she still refuses to marry him...isn't it?
