Yi Jian (Female)

"Marry me or die." Pei Zhao put the sword on Shen Zhuyue's neck and said. She lowered her eyes and looked at his slender and white wrist holding the sword, like fragile jade. Shen Zhuyue raised her lips and smiled, "Pei Zhao, why do you insist that I marry you?" Ps: self-cut leg meat, short story Intention: To insist on force