Late at night, in a pitch-dark room, on the same bed, a naive and inexperienced young boy and girl lay facing each other.
In the darkness of their vision, perhaps unable to see each other's faces clearly, they could still vaguely make out each other's silhouettes and sense their presence.
It was the first time Pu Sangzhi had lain so close to Huo Feng on the same bed...
With her round eyes wide open, she focused intently on Huo Feng's direction in the pitch-black surroundings.
This feeling was marvelous...
She could feel her heartbeat steady yet chaotic, nervousness and panic controlling every nerve in her body.
Never before had she felt so flustered in Huo Feng's presence.
Moreover, the words Huo Feng had just spoken had truly gripped her heart.
He might not have used flowery language to express his feelings, but his words were sincere, straightforward, and so genuine as to be believable.
Marry her...
Marry her...
Still marry her...
