"Ye Liusha, let's get married."

Inside the house, there was no sound, Ye Liusha stopped crying, and his black and white eyes looked at the man next to him in disbelief.

The light at night was warm yellow, projecting on Murong Mobai's face, but it did not ease his coldness, and his whole body still exuded coldness......

Could it be that she was crying so sadly that she was hallucinating?

"Temple...... Your Highness...... I ......"

"I'm serious, marry me."

Murong Mobai said it again, and when he spoke, his dark eyes stared at her motionlessly, and his quicksand scalp was numb!

Is this considered a marriage proposal?

Isn't it romantic to be proposed?

Why does she feel depressed?

"For ...... Why? ”

Although Quicksand is not smart, he is not so simple as to think that Murong Mobai said such things to her because he loved her.

He is a dignified Duke of Luoyi, the first heir to the royal family of Country Z, and the future king, with noble blood, how could he fall in love with her ordinary?

There is still such a little bit of self-knowledge, quicksand.

"What do you think?"

Murong Mobai asked her gently, his gaze falling thoughtfully on Ye Liusha's flat lower abdomen.

Because of the child?

Quicksand suddenly realized that the royal family has always paid attention to blood, how could it allow blood to flow outside?

However, does she really want to marry her son?

She's only 22 years old this year, and she hasn't graduated from college yet......

But the baby, with her own character, if she really has a child, she will definitely leave her, she grew up in a single-parent family, she knows better than anyone how important a complete family is to the growth of children......

"Your Highness, let me think about it." Quicksand frowned.

Fortunately, Murong Mobai didn't insist, and Quicksand breathed a sigh of relief, in fact, she knew very well that if this man was strong, if he really wanted to do something, no one would be able to stop him! Fortunately, he didn't mean to force her, but when he thought about it, he felt that his idea was so ridiculous!

People are like fake princes, what kind of woman do you want, people don't bother to force her, right?

Quicksand thought indifferently in her heart, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, she frowned, and moved her body, only to find that Murong Mobai's arm had been on her shoulder.

His arms were strong and strong, and he could feel the smooth lines under his shirt just by holding them like that, what would it feel like to be held by his hand?

Oh! Oh, my God!

She's thinking about something again!

But why did he keep his hand on her?

Did you forget to take it back?

Quicksand moved his body left and right, trying to remind Murong Mobai of this, but the man didn't seem to notice it suddenly, and his long arms were still domineering across her body.

"Uh-huh—"

Quicksand felt that maybe his body language was not good enough, and it was necessary to use his voice to remind him.

"Bad throat?" Murong Mobai finally spoke, looking at her with dark eyes.

"No ......" Quicksand quickly shook his head, shrugging his shoulders as he shook his head.

His hand was on top of her, and she was so obvious that he should have understood!

Murong Mobai's gaze really fell on her shoulder, and Quicksand breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was finally done, but she heard Murong Mobai slowly exhale in her ear:

"Shoulder discomfort? Rub it for you? ”