Yan Xinxin was completely stunned!
Mo Chuxi didn’t know when he had entered, but he was now standing right in front of her.
He pulled out a bouquet of champagne-colored roses from behind him—judging by the count, it appeared to be 88 roses, just like before.
Her heart raced uncontrollably.
"Yan Xinxin, marry me."
So, is this an official proposal? But isn’t a proposal supposed to involve asking something like, ’Will you marry me?’ How is he so domineering?
Mo Chuxi placed the bouquet into Yan Xinxin’s arms before she could refuse, then reached for the ring inside the music box and knelt down by the bed.
Yan Xinxin was completely dumbfounded, staring blankly as Mo Chuxi took her left hand and slid the ring onto her middle finger.
Why the middle finger?
She was puzzled, but Mo Chuxi lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.
The tenderness in his actions felt almost dreamlike.
Yan Xinxin couldn’t believe it and was still in a daze when Mo Chuxi lifted his deep, electrifying gaze to meet hers.
"On the day of the wedding, I’ll put the wedding ring on your ring finger. The one you’re wearing now is to let all those buzzing flies and butterflies know that you, Yan Xinxin, already belong to someone."
"The day of the wedding?"
Yan Xinxin felt even more shocked.
"The date you mentioned to Mu Qianshui... is that real? The eighteenth day of next month on the lunar calendar..."
"I’ve already made it clear—there’s no such thing as a secret marriage in my world."
"No way, this will..."
"What I mean is, I don’t want my relationship with Professor Mo to get me expelled from school."
Yan Xinxin voiced what seemed like a very reasonable concern.
Mo Chuxi’s lips curled into a faint smile.
"Is admitting you care about me really that hard?"
"Yan Xinxin, being my wife doesn’t require you to worry about so many things."
His words sent her heartbeat into overdrive.
She had never imagined that the man she’d just met not too long ago would want to marry her.
And this man was none other than the renowned Crown Prince of Di Jue—Mo Chuxi!
"Mo Chuxi, can I hit you?"
Yan Xinxin looked at him and asked blankly.
Mo Chuxi furrowed his brows in confusion.
"I want to know if this is real."
"Then why not hit yourself to see if it hurts?"
"I’m carrying your little baby. Could you bear hitting me?"
Yan Xinxin looked at him with her delicate, beautiful eyes, making his heartbeat blissful.
"There are other ways to find out if you’re dreaming."
He spoke in a low voice, his tall, slender figure gradually rising, while his enticing orchid-like fragrance enveloped Yan Xinxin.
Mo Chuxi’s thin lips landed precisely on Yan Xinxin’s, a light, gentle touch that sent sparks flying.
She wasn’t dreaming—she could clearly feel his warmth, his taste, and his breath...
Yan Xinxin instinctively closed her eyes. The bouquet of roses slipped from her hands and scattered beautifully across the pristine white carpet.
She couldn’t control these emotions.
For the first time in her life, her heart fluttered; for the first time, she longed to be with a man forever.
And that man was Mo Chuxi.
He would also be her first love.