Jing Jiaren took out something from her pocket: "I got this when I was drinking milk tea today."

"What is it."

"Have you ever heard of such a legend, if the pull ring of the can is broken but the drink cannot be opened, it means that the pull ring is chosen by God, and wearing it as a ring will bring good luck."

Ximen Longting slightly raised his eyebrows: "How old are you, you still believe this."

"I really believe, I think, this is God's hint to me—" Jing Jiaren took Ximen Longting's hand, "When are you going to marry me?"

Ximen Longting's big palm froze instantly.

"Since this pull ring is so lucky, if it is used as an engagement ring, will it definitely succeed?"

She looked up lightly into his eyes.

Ximen Longting's eyes became extremely deep and complicated.

"I'll put it on for you—that's why you promise to marry me."

Jing Jiaren was about to put it on his ring finger, but he held her hand instead, avoiding her to put the ring on him.

"Jing Jiaren," he leaned against her lips and exhaled ambiguously, "I heard that right, are you proposing to me?"

"Yes."

"You really want to marry me?"

"Yes, I want to marry you, I really want to marry you right away—" Jing Jiaren's eyes were clear and mirrored, reflecting his shadow, "Then will you marry me or not? When will you marry me?"

Two huge emotions of joy and sorrow overwhelmed him.

He never thought that one day, it would be Jing Jiaren who proposed to him——

And he, at this time, can't make any promises to her!

The long silence in the space, grinding every minute and every second in Jing Jiaren's heart, turned into the cruelest torture.

If a man refuses to even give her marriage, what kind of love is there?Apart from giving her material satisfaction, besides talking about love every day, what else did Ximen Longting give her?

He has no sense of security at all, and he has no sense of responsibility at all.

"Or do you want to tell me that you never planned to marry me?" Jing Jiaren asked in Leng's voice, "You once said that I am not worthy to marry into the Ximen family, and that the position of Ximen's young mistress will never be my turn." .Do you still think so?"

"Of course not," he kissed the base of her ear, "I must marry you in my life."

"Then you agreed to marry me?"

"Beauty, it's not the time yet." He said coldly, "Wait for me."

"Okay, wait for you. One year, two years, five years, ten years? How long? Give me a deadline?"

Ximen Longting stared at her: "Did you hear our conversation?"

"What talk?"

How could her reaction be so weird today without hearing it?

Ximen Longting stared at her probingly.

Jing Jiaren seemed to think of it suddenly: "I remember, don't you want to say, after I divorce that fictitious husband, you will marry me again?"

Ximen Longting took a heavy breath, she really heard it.

Jing Jiaren smiled instead of anger, and looked at him with her lips drawn: "Give me an answer."

The sweet talk sounds nice, but how did he do it!

"Are you angry?" Ximen Longting's thoughts sank and he began to panic.

"No, why should I be angry?"

"Your reaction tells me you're angry."

"I want to know what you think. You can tell me. Anyway, you're going to arrange for me to get married. Sooner or later, you won't be able to hide this from me. Why don't you tell me frankly?"

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