Huangfulian looked at her with burning eyes and said nothing.
Huangfulian cherished the hard-won intimacy between the two of them and did not dare to relax in any way.
He was afraid that if he relaxed, Jiang Nanyan would disappear, and everything in front of him would disappear like waking up from a dream.
The ship has been sailing on the canal for ten days. Mo Yong, who has been unconscious, has also gone to see it. Everything that happened in the past ten days is deeply imprinted in his mind.
Even though she was sure that everything in front of her was real and not a dream, Huangfulian was still worried that the next second, she would suddenly wake up and find that all this was not reality at all, but just a dream that was faked.[
so……
Huangfulian's deep black eyes flashed slightly, and the hand around Jiang Nanyan's waist slowly tightened.
He leaned forward slightly, rested his head on Jiang Nanyan's shoulder, rubbed it gently for a few times, and then said, "Yan'er, how do you think about what I told you last night?"
"Huh? What happened last night?" Jiang Nanyan's heart skipped a beat. She knew clearly what Huangfulian was talking about, but she deliberately pretended not to remember it when she asked.
Yesterday, when the two of them were lying on the bed, preparing to rest, Huangfulian suddenly proposed that she would marry him on this ship.