Chi Zaozao dodged and said firmly, "I won't marry you unless you take off the mask."
With the way he looks now, if they were to get married, who knows what kind of terrible things people would say about her.
As for him, he just stood on the side, chuckling to himself.
"Say that again?"
Ye Que's face suddenly darkened. He stared at her, narrowing his eyes. His gaze was deep and impenetrable, yet inexplicably intimidating.
Chi Zaozao stared back at him, raising her chin slightly. "I said, I..."
Before she could finish speaking, he abruptly leaned in, flipping her over. His towering frame completely engulfed her small, slender body.
His thin lips pressed tight, and he gave her a devilish stare. He asked again, "Really not going to marry me?"
Chi Zaozao, "..."
What could she say? If she said no, would he force himself on her?
She felt that Ye Que wouldn't stoop to something so vulgar.
She glared at him defiantly, refusing to back down. "What are you trying to do?"
