"I know, in this situation, proposing to you is very selfish and immoral, I can't give you anything right now..." Holding Tang Qingxue's face in his hands, Yin Hun the Nineteenth gazed into her eyes. Although he couldn't see anything, he could feel her fragrant breath right in front of him, within reach. He could even sense her rapid heartbeat and the slight warmth of her cheeks from her slightly chaotic breathing, understanding her feelings at this moment.
Tang Qingxue had thought about marrying Yin Hun the Nineteenth, but these thoughts were before she was forcibly taken by Yeh Sha. Now, having lost her first time, she was filled with self-doubt and dared not hope that Yin Hun the Nineteenth would still marry her. Upon hearing such words, she unhesitatingly agreed, "I do..."
She reached out to press against Yin Hun the Nineteenth's lips, stopping him from giving more reasons, "I am willing to be your wife, but..."
