Feng Yinmei's hand hidden in his sleeve trembled, suppressed the extremely fast beating heartbeat, and licked his lower lip:

"You say you're responsible, why should I believe you?"

"Besides, as soon as you return to Beilu, you will lead troops to fight, and it is estimated that you will not have contact with me for several years, and the relationship between you and me is not deep, even if there is a destiny, there will be variables after all."

His fox eyes revealed a little nervousness:

"So, you have to give me a word of certainty, so that I can wait for you unswervingly for the next few years."

He was well past the marriageable age, and now that he was sure of his heart, he could not wait any longer.

He had to make a promise.

Lu Jingmo looked at his pink lips closing one by one, remembering the soft touch in those two months, his eyes darkened:

"Accurate?"

"What kind of words do you want to hear?"

Feng Yinmei's eyes flashed with embarrassment, he had already said it so clearly, but the person on the other side was still pretending to be stupid.

With a horizontal heart, he simply asked bluntly:

"Will you marry me in the future?"

If she says yes, then he's waiting.

If she says no, then he's ......

A low voice suddenly sounded in my ears:

"Yes."

Lu Jingmo walked up to him and leaned down at some point:

"I saw the body, and even the location of the red mole on the chest was remembered by me, if you don't marry me, let me be responsible, who else do you want to marry?"

Feng Yinmei leaned back, raised her hand to stroke the root of her crisp and numb ears, and scolded with a red face:

"Light Picking"

Isn't it frivolous? Even such words come out casually.

Why didn't you find out that she was such a person before?

It was as cold as ice in front of him.

Lu Jingmo was scolded, but the corners of his mouth rose, squeezed down beside him, tied a red rope around his wrist, and wore a ring on the rope, and the begonia flowers on it were carved vividly.

The bright red rope and the crimson ring are entwined, warm and beautiful.

When she lowered her head and kissed him on the wrist, Feng Yinmei's heartbeat was completely uncontrollable, and she slammed her chest one by one.

The feeling of soreness and swelling overflowed my heart.

It was like the first time he touched his heartstrings, and at the moment when he ran towards him and You'er in the rain.

No one had ever rescued him when he was dying, and she was the hope he saw in the face of adversity.

No one has ever bowed his head and kissed him like this, gently and softly with cherishment.

Her heart has been messed up by her, but she is still saying:

"The promise has been given, plus the love token, Mei'er, you, do you want to wait for me?"

Lu Jingmo shook his wrist, and his delicate peach blossom eyes finally showed him tenderness.

Feng Yinmei almost indulged in it, and just a second before he was about to nod in agreement, he bit the tip of his tongue to sober himself up:

"I have one last question."

“…… Do you like me? ”

He was a little apprehensive and a little expectant.

But Lu Jingmo was silent.

Do you like it?

She didn't quite want to understand it.

But for several days he was fed porridge and washed his body, and there was no impatience or boredom;

Before coming to Nanli, Ran'er told her that Feng Yinmei was her last destined husband, and she actually had a natural feeling in her heart, as if her previous appreciation of Feng Yinmei had already subtly turned into a heartbeat that even she hadn't noticed;

What's more obvious is that when he pulled You'er Park into her arms, she held his hand for the first time, a complete, subconscious reaction, but the most real.

Perhaps, she is liked.