How could Xiao Ziyu not know Ling Luo's thoughts, he also knew that she didn't have a male or female affection for Mo Lan Jiuye, just because of sympathy and the relationship between Luo Xue in the previous life, but he couldn't get rid of this awkward feeling of eating.

Thinking that he Xiao Ziyu is a young master of Jinyu admired by thousands of people even if he is not good, even if he uses a silver mask to cover that bewildering face, just by virtue of this temperament and demeanor, how many women are there and how many women there are, I have never experienced this feeling of jealousy, and now I really taste it, it is really ...... It's sour!

Ling Luo stretched out his finger to poke Xiao Ziyu's tense face, his eyes flashed with innocence like a deer, and his smile trembled, "You look so cute when you're jealous!" After all, Xiao Ziyu is also a normal man with strong blood, and he has never touched her because of his promise to Ling Luo, but he is being teased like this by the woman he likes at the moment, so naturally he can't help but can't help it, and he can't help but darken his eyes instantly, and his voice becomes hoarse and low, "Little Luoluo......"

Being confused by Xiao Ziyu's scream, Ling Luo realized that she was in a rather disadvantageous position, and she was firmly pressed by Xiao Ziyu's frontal attack, and she couldn't move at all, like a little beast that fell into a hunter's trap.

Xiao Ziyu's hot and heavy breath sprayed on the skin of Ling Luo's sensitive neck, arousing small pimples in her, and the numb and itchy feeling burned from her skin to her heart.

"Ziyu ......" Ling Luo's voice shouted out of her mouth was a little bit like her own, the usual crisp and clean meeting was different, it was extraordinarily charming and seductive, and the soft muttering seemed to be about to refuse and welcome.

Xiao Ziyu's eyes were covered with a thick layer of mist, the light in her eyes became deep and solemn, Ling Luo could feel the strong and blazing temperature and aggression coming from him, just when she let down all her guard and closed her eyes, wanting to withstand the next storm, the breath that belonged to Xiao Ziyu was far away from her.

Xiao Ziyu was lying on his back beside Ling Luo, although his breath was still a little unstable, his eyes were much brighter, and he was no longer full of desire, he stretched out his hand to hold Ling Luo beside him, and his voice returned to his former calm and gentleness, "Let's get married!" ”

This peaceful and tranquil voice made Ling Luo like a lightning strike, she sat up straight suddenly, and looked at Xiao Ziyu who was lying on the bed looking back at her in surprise, her voice trembled a little unconsciously, "What did you say?" ”

Xiao Ziyu held Ling Luo's hand and pulled her back to him, holding nephrite in his arms warmly, smelling the faint fragrance emanating from her hair, feeling that the heat in his heart suddenly calmed down, and instead of desire, there was a strong peace of mind, which others could not give him, only Ling Luo alone could bring him - a sense of belonging.

"I'll marry you when I get you back to Syracuse safely, okay?" Xiao Ziyu's voice was as graceful as a flowing mountain spring, and his amber eyes were full of affection, like a bottomless deep pool, sucking all of Ling Luo's mind into it.

There are clearly no flower and diamond rings, and there is no kneeling on one knee, and the Lang comic scenes that have appeared in various TV series are not, but Ling Luo feels that this kind of marriage proposal is more touching and sincere than any picture, just because the person who proposed to her is Xiao Ziyu.