Jun Aohan bent down and stared earnestly into those deep-black eyes of hers.

“Our promise. The one you made before. I gather this means you agree to be my wife?”

“Ah?!” Ye Qingli blinked her eyes blankly, “There must be something wrong with your mind for Heaven’s sake. You’re referring to me?!”

Looking positively distressed, she quickly swatted away Jun Aohan’s hand.