Zheng Nianru looked at the youth, having encountered such situations more than a few times. Among the young men sent her way, some could and some couldn't resist temptation, seeking fame, status, or, like fools, nothing at all.
Just like Yin He before her eyes.
"What am I willing to do?" Zheng Nianru knew what the youth meant, but still deliberately asked, tilting her head up, her chin and neck forming an elegant curve, her skin translucent and lit by candlelight.
The youth's lips trembled, red as flames, bright and dripping.
"Are you willing to marry him?" The youth dared not ask anything else; this wasn't what he wanted to ask, but he was afraid any other question wouldn't yield the answer he sought.
The matter with Old Man Can wasn't settled yet, and even if it were, he didn't have much confidence.
