"Future husband?" Muyan raises her eyebrows, "Then today you came …"
"To propose!" The ice-cold thin lips unhesitatingly spit out these two words, then he faintly says in a low, hoarse voice, "I want you to become my, Di Ming Jue's, wife!"
The light in Muyan's eyes becomes darker and darker, her voice slightly soft: "Since it's a marriage proposal, can you let me go first? My hand is hurting from your grip. "
Di Ming Jue stares blankly as he hears that, and promptly loosens the hand that was just holding her. His worried gaze falls on that slender wrist of hers.
Sure enough, a red mark has appeared on that jade-white wrist.
But that red mark isn't a flaw, on the contrary, it adds a kind of beauty that makes people's blood boil.
Just like the girl's slightly swollen lips, so tender and alluring, making him unable to restrain himself from wanting to taste more.
Di Ming Jue's eyes gradually darken. Step by step, he approaches Muyan, a flame of desire igniting in his eyes.
The girl in front of him has a shallow smile, her eyes gentle, as if full of affection, waiting for him to embrace her.
Zheng –! A zither string makes a light sound.
Di Ming Jue's pupils shrink, and his figure suddenly retreats like lightning.
But in the end, his clothes are still cut open by the zither blade that pierces through the air.
There's no longer a trace of gentleness on the girl's face, only a cold and enchanting smile remains, "You want to propose marriage to me?"
"I'm really sorry, even if all the men in the world were to die, the position of this lady's husband would still not be yours!"
Di Ming Jue's complexion is incomparably dark. He suddenly takes a step closer, wanting to pull the girl in front of him back into his arms, not allowing her to escape again.
But suddenly, a white light flashes between the two.
Immediately after, a small, jade-white hand ruthlessly pushes Di Ming Jue's direction, "Don't bully niangqin!"
Internal Force surges, its power overflowing.
Originally, this bit of Internal Force couldn't pose any threat to Di Ming Jue.
However, the moment the tender, white hand touches the corner of his clothes, Di Ming Jue's body suddenly becomes transparent like a phantom, and eventually disappears.
Muyan looks at the empty space in front of her, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.
So, this scoundrel, just like last time, suddenly appears and suddenly disappears.
"Mother …" Xiaobao's aggrieved voice sounded in her ears.
Mu Yan suddenly came back to her senses. She quickly bent down and picked up Xiao Bao. She said nervously, "Xiao Bao, didn't you promise niangqin that you would obediently stay in the space and not come out?"
Xiaobao said with a cold expression, "Someone is bullying Mother!"
"Even if someone bullies niangqin, you can't just come out and take risks." Muyan says with a straight face, "Otherwise, if something happens to you, do you know how sad and scared niangqin would be? Promise me that you'll be obedient in the future. "
Xiao Bao's delicate little face was still very tense, and his lips were tightly pursed, but he didn't say anything.
Muyan's face sinks, and she crouches down to pull her son away from her arms, "Jun Mochen, if you're so disobedient, niangqin will be angry!"
Hearing this, Xiaobao's tightened lips finally began to change.
Her big blue eyes were filled with sparkling tears.
The little child's face was full of grievance and unease, but he stubbornly gritted his teeth and refused to let his tears fall.
"Xiaobao, don't let anyone bully Mother, I won't!"
His voice was hoarse and choked with sobs, and his tears finally fell uncontrollably.
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