Zhao Min was stunned at first, then understood. She could not help feeling both embarrassed and angry. "That's not what I meant. I meant that even if I refused you, you'd still resort to some shameless tactics... I..."
Song Qingshu grinned as he watched the County Princess, usually so composed and in control, now resemble Cheng Yaojia, a prim young lady embarrassed beyond measure. He could not help but feel delighted.
Seeing him say nothing and merely grin foolishly at her, Zhao Min began to feel unnerved. Planting her hands on her hips, she snapped, "What are you laughing at? You look like an idiot."
"If I can marry the County Princess, what's wrong with being an idiot for once?" Song Qingshu said with a chuckle.
"Who said I was going to marry you?" Zhao Min replied irritably.
Song Qingshu directly wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace. "You have two choices now. First, accept my proposal and happily marry me. Or second, I use force, and then you happily marry me."
Zhao Min twisted a few times, but his arms were like iron clamps. She could only give up helplessly. "If you force me, do you think I'll still happily marry you?"
Song Qingshu leaned close to her neck and took a deep breath of her delicate fragrance, his face wearing an intoxicated expression. "I don't care. Either way, you can only be happy."
Feeling his breath against her skin, Zhao Min felt her very soul tremble. "Why are you so overbearing?"
Hearing the coyly annoyed note in her voice, Song Qingshu could not help hugging her tightly. He leaned close to her ear and softly asked, "County Princess, will you marry me?"
Zhao Min, usually so proud and arrogant, nearly buried her head