"What if I say it's not?"
Wen Jiao forced out a faint smile, her hands clasped together as she apologized to Shen Zhaoli, "I stood you up before, always bickered with you, even spoke ill of you in front of Bian Yue. It was all my fault. Can you not say such scary things when it's unnecessary!"
"When you marry a vicious man like Wei Shuqian, you're not afraid. Why are you so scared when I propose to you?" Shen Zhaoli revealed a smile. He had a face so flawlessly handsome it defied critique.
Wen Jiao closed her eyes, refusing to look at him, and said helplessly, "I don't plan to get married in this lifetime! Shen Zhaoli, someone like me is truly not suitable for marriage! Don't you know? I've kept many pretty boys outside!"
"Got any photos?" Shen Zhaoli's voice betrayed no emotion, "I want to see what your taste is like."
