"If so, why do you refuse to marry me?" Princess Ya Hui squinted, her eyes projected a kind of innate shrewd light.

Ye Zimo's mouth raised a slight evil smile. He stretched out his hand and took her in his arms. He whispered in her ear, "But I can't refuse ML with you, can I?" Don't you understand? My dearest princess, I am interested in you, not in marriage."

"Hmm?" She didn't understand, but now the ambiguity between the two people made her feel comfortable.

Ye Zimo took the initiative to embrace it, as if she had completely changed the atmosphere of the just-drawn sword. At least at this time,...