He thought unwillingly and took a bite of her snow-white neck.
Yun Luo shivered subconsciously. His confused brain instinctively realized the danger and shrank into the quilt.
"I really know I was wrong..." She was about to cry without tears.
If she had known that she would have shot herself in the foot, she would have refused to praise others in front of Jun Wuchen.
This wave of losses is so tragic!!
Jun Wuchen raised his eyes, and his dark purple eyes almost turned into a dark color, as if thick ink was billowing under his eyes, exuding a frightening aura of aggression.
Yun Luo: Shrink, shrink...
I can’t afford to offend a man who endures this much, I can’t afford to offend him...
It’s important to save your life.
"Luo'er." Jun Wuchen breathed in a low voice, so sexy that it made people's hearts tremble.
"After returning to Beijing, when the matter is settled, we will get married?"
"..."
Before Yun Luo could react, Jun Wuchen closed his eyes patiently and tightened the arms that restrained her waist, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.
"Say you do."
"..." Yun Luo couldn't help but think.
If she said it was too early and she didn't want to, would he have done it on the spot?
Looking at this, there is a sense of danger...
But...
Seeing his patient expression, with the veins on his forehead beating and sweat flowing down the straight bridge of his nose, Yun Luo couldn't help but feel soft.
She knows why Jun Wuchen endures it.
He wanted to save everything until their wedding, with the matchmaker marrying and the bridal chamber decorated with flowers and candles.
The concepts of ancient people and modern people are still different. Even if Yun Luo doesn't mind, Jiuzhou Continent is more open than the real feudal era, but... Jun Wuchen doesn't mind.
He wanted to give her an honorable wedding. This is the most serious respect a man can show to his beloved woman.
Why is she unwilling? She should be happy.
Yun Luo was so heartbroken that she hugged him and buried herself in his arms.
"Okay."
Jun Wuchen chuckled and kissed her, "What kind of betrothal gift do you want?"
Yun Luo smiled, "You ask me this kind of question?"
"Shouldn't I ask?" Jun Wuchen looked at her seriously, "This is your betrothal gift."
Perhaps his eyes were too serious, which made Yun Luo feel a little uncomfortable. She couldn't help but tilt her head, "Uh, that's not it..."
The question is, wasn’t the ancient marriage process, betrothal gifts, etc. decided by the groom’s family?
Ask her why...
Moreover, Jun Wuchen was born into the royal family.
He is getting married, and the etiquette department is responsible for the entire process. Every step has established precedents and rules. Although it is very grand, in a certain respect, it is actually quite rigid...
There isn’t much room for personal choice.
Hearing what Jun Wuchen meant, could he still plan to make the preparations himself?
Yun Luo was thinking in confusion, and was really embarrassed to discuss this kind of issue with him, so he could only dodge vaguely: "Let's talk about this later... There are still many things that have not been dealt with..."
Jun Wuchen looked at her with a half-smile, wondering if he had seen through her embarrassment, "While you have time now, think about it slowly."
After a pause, he added: "Let me know anytime you think about it."
Yun Luo: "...Hmm."
She reached out and pushed him, "Get down first, don't press me, it's so heavy..."
Jun Wuchen raised his eyebrows, but did not let go of his hand. He simply hugged her and turned over.
The two people's upper and lower postures suddenly changed.
When the clouds fall above, he is below.
"I don't think you are too important." His Highness King Jing hugged her confidently.