After hearing this, Wen Jiaren coldly hooked her lips, "You might as well kill me now."
Her implication was clear, she would rather die than agree to marry him.
Indeed, after such a night, how could she possibly be willing to marry him?
After a long silence, Mu Qian's voice rang in her ear again, "I will fulfill all your wishes and can agree to all your demands."
Wen Jiaren's response was the same, "I'd rather you kill me now."
Mu Qian grabbed her neck from behind, lifting her face as his voice turned icy, "Whether you marry me or not, you'll never escape from my side in this lifetime. Don't you understand? From the night you turned eighteen, you, Wen Jiaren, were destined to be my woman."
"Your woman?"
Wen Jiaren chuckled, reaching under the pillow, "If every man I've had relations with thought the same way, then you wouldn't be the only one."
"Are you talking about Gu Chen and Mu Bai?"
