The dark shadows enveloped her and the man came to her side.

Lin Wanyin lowered her eyes and waited.

The little woman in a wedding dress is like a ripe peach on the treetops, making the man's mouth dry.

Han Rong wanted to do it very much, but he had to confirm one thing first.

Squatting down on one knee, Han Rong raised his head and asked her with his eyes down: "Wanyin, are you really marrying me? Not for gratitude?"

He was greedy, wanting both her people and her heart.

At this moment, he is no longer the noble president of Hangzhou, nor the arrogant employer he was at the time. He is just a man who lacks confidence.

Lin Wanyin raised her eyes.

With her eyes facing each other, Han Rong swallowed hard before she could do anything, nervous.

Lin Wanyin wanted to laugh for no reason, but she held back, and replied gentlely and affirmatively: "I marry you for you."

Han Rong smiled, his eyes as bright as stars.

Lin Wanyin suddenly felt panic.

She should indeed panic, because Han Rong, who had taken the reassurance, was just a groom with high spirits.

He put his hand on her knees.

Lin Wanyin blushed and her head turned to one side.

It was shy and tacit, Han Rong rolled his throat and leaned over.
Chapter completed!