He turned around and poured a glass of water and brought it to his table.

After putting the cup away, he unconsciously took half a step back.

This action made Mo Xun, who had been tense recently, shrink his pupils.

He reached out and grabbed Qiao An's wrist, pulling her towards him.

Qiao Anxin was twisted into a knot, and her breathing was tense and suppressed.

Mo Xun stood up from his seat, put his big palm on her lower back, and hugged her. His eyes were undisguised and fell nakedly on Qiao An's face.

Qiao An's eyes were wide-eyed, still in a defensive posture, and his hands instinctively pressed against his chest.

Mo Xun's face came closer and stopped just a short distance away.

"We...are going to get married, aren't we?" It is a reminder and an emotional release.

Mo Xun could never forget that night when Qiao An came to see him in the rain. The first words out of his mouth were without any emotion: "Let's get married, okay?"

At that moment, God's will completely tilted the balance towards him, and even sent him what he had dreamed of.

But for some reason, this sudden victory and enjoying the fruits of victory did not make him feel happy. Instead, he felt...humiliated.

A woman, without any admiration for him in her eyes, told him that she wanted to marry him as if she was ready to die.

What does Qiao An think of him?

What about his marriage?

But he finally agreed to this proposal.

Mo Xun himself couldn't tell whether it was out of sincerity or revenge.

Skip the love stage and go straight to marriage. Efficient, but extremely absurd.

Qiao An was still in Mo Xun's arms, stubbornly holding back and not pushing him away, but she couldn't restrain her trembling body, exposing her resistance to the naked eye.

After all, he still couldn't bear it, and he couldn't really force the woman, so Mo Xun let go of his restraining hand.

He lowered his eyes to look at her for a few seconds and then reminded her, "A'an, if you can't even accept this, why are you talking about marriage with me?"

As a wife, there will only be more intimate behaviors than this in the future.

Qiao An's face suddenly turned... pale.

Mo Xun couldn't see Qiao An being like this and sat back in his chair, "We don't have to worry about getting married for a while. You can really think about it before you think about it. It's getting late, so go back and rest early."

These words are nothing less than an amnesty order.

Qiao An felt her heartbeat gradually recover, but it still stayed where it was.

Mo Xun raised his eyes, "Is there anything else?"

Qiao An does have it, otherwise he wouldn't have waited for him until now.

"Can you please grant me a week's leave? I want to go out."

"Where to go?"

Qiao An pondered for a moment and replied truthfully, "Boston."

Mo Xun's pupils shrank, "What are you going to do there?"

"Looking for someone." She said calmly.

She is looking for...Qiao An from five years ago.

After getting the answer, Qiao An turned around and left the study.

The moment he pressed his hand on the doorknob, he suddenly turned around and left four words, "Happy birthday."


Chapter completed!