Feng Muting walked towards Nie Anruo, looking down at her face condescendingly: "Are you hungry?"

Nie Anruo nodded.

She promised to have dinner here today.

Reading calligraphy and painting, buying medicine, and applying medicine took up a lot of time.

It was approaching eight o'clock in the evening.

It's getting dark.

You have to eat quickly and go home.

No no no.

It's better not to go home at this time and go back to school.

"Let's go."

He said, reaching out and holding her wrist.

Just like she held him from the depths of the bookshelf just now.

His hands are very hot.

It's different from his voice.

Nie Anruo's heart sank heavily and he blushed fiercely. He didn't know how to deal with himself: "Senior...Senior, you..."

He turned sideways and looked at her: "What?"

She twisted her wrist.

The intention is obvious.

He said doubtfully: "That's how you held me. I thought... I could do it too."

Nie Anruo: "..."

Feng Muting let go of her wrist and looked into her eyes: "Senior sister, did you just want to play gangster on me?"

Nie Anruo: "???"

Her pupils widened.

What and what?

Playing a gangster against Feng Muting?

Is she looking for death?

She just...

It's just a moment of urgency!

When she didn't speak, he frowned: "You don't want to be responsible for me?"

Nie Anruo was completely unable to think.

If you pull him, you will be held responsible?

Big girls in feudal society are not like him.

He leaned over and got close to her, and his cold breath hit her face: "On the way back in the car, you told me that in ancient times, it was a breach of integrity for a man and a woman to touch their clothes and bare sleeves. If a man and a woman do not kiss each other, if they hold hands,

, when we have physical intimacy, we must get married, otherwise we are acting like a hooligan. If you take the initiative to hold my hand and refuse to be responsible for me, isn't it like playing a hooligan?"

The logic is clear.

Impeccable.

Nie Anruo swallowed his saliva and blinked hard. Realizing that he had tricked him, his frightened and empty mind came back to consciousness, and retorted: "Then...then you hug me first, so what does it matter?"

He chuckled.

He lowered his head, almost touching her face: "I am responsible."

Nie Anruo made a "dong" sound in his heart.

Sunk to the bottom.

It's over, it's over.

This fell into his hands.

Wouldn't it be a little faster?

He opened and closed his thin lips and asked, "What about you? You just want to act like a gangster?"

Nie Anruo choked: "I...I didn't."

He nodded: "Then you have to be responsible for me."

Nie Anruo was speechless: "I..."

He grabbed her hand again: "In this case, you and I are already close to each other. I am willing to take responsibility, and you don't just want to be a gangster. Then the relationship between us is to get married. I hold your hand.

, as it should be.”

Nie Anruo: "..."

She was speechless!

This man...

Are you a professional in porcelain?

Attack her with her words?

It's funny that she still thinks that he is asking for advice humbly.

Can I ask for advice?

It was obvious that he was setting a trap for her.

He held her hand tightly, and his sweet voice, although cold, made her legs weak, and coaxed seductively: "An'an, eat first, don't be hungry, okay?"

Nie Anruo was completely down.

From school girl to An An?

It's actually a bit faster.

In a daze, he was led downstairs by her.

The housekeeper and servants could all see her blushing face.

The eldest young master is indeed the eldest young master.

Are you holding your little hand now?

The progress bar pulls up very quickly.

The servants of the Feng family are all drama experts, and every one of them pretended not to notice.

The servants in the kitchen were even more helpful.

A romantic candlelight dinner was prepared.

Feng Muting's parents are very loving. The Feng family's restaurant is comparable to Michelin level. French crystal lamps, soft light, European candlesticks, sirloin steaks. There is also soothing light music playing, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

Feng Muting helped her pull out the chair like a gentleman.

Nie Anruo sat down nervously.

Western dinner.

Feng Muting helped her pour the sobered red wine.

Nie Anruo blushed: "Senior, I can't drink. I have to drive soon."

"I'll give it to you." He said matter-of-factly: "Don't worry, as a marriage partner, these are what I should do."

Marriage partner?

Did she admit it?

This man...

I have decided on my own destiny.

Feng Muting saw her lowering her head and saying nothing.

Afraid that she would be angry.

Then he said: "Since you and I have a physical relationship, we should get married. I know that the time we have known each other is too short, and you can't make a decision at the same time. I won't force you, you can think about it slowly. I am a

I am a very traditional person. I will not consider others and will definitely be responsible for you. This is my final attitude. You can consider it as long as you want. I will accept any result and I will wait for you."

If you say so.

It's a bit humble.

In order to relieve the tension, Nie Anruo subconsciously picked up the goblet and took a sip.
To be continued...