They have been enemies for many years and have deep grudges. Wen Xiangzhu never thought that Shi Bingyan would be planning to get married one day.
It was a snowy day, and there were a few winter birds perched on the pomegranate trees under the clouds. Shi Bingyan came to visit Wen Xiangzhu's grandfather, but after a cup of tea, she pulled her into his room with a lantern.
Under the flickering lights, even though his patience was about to run out, Shi Bingyan still tapped the edge of the table unhurriedly, waiting for the other party's explanation.
After a while.
"Men and women are not intimate, let alone a relationship like ours." He looked at her with affectionate eyes and his tone was cold but teasing, "Mr. Wen, tell me, what is your purpose?"
Wen breathed out to Zhu.
Looking at the handsome man in front of him, he had just slept with him a few days ago, but he got into a red face because of bidding for the same project and broke up on bad terms.
"Get married."
In the silence of the heavy snow, she heard her pretending to be relaxed, "With me."
Intention: None yet
