Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head. Moonlight spilled over her black hair, giving it a faint sheen.
Yang Jian did not notice her flushed cheeks and merely thought she was conflicted.
Yang Jian was in no hurry and quietly waited for her answer.
In truth, whether Zhu Zhuqing agreed or not would ultimately have little effect on him.
For now, he was merely giving Zhu Zhuqing an opportunity to choose.
If Zhu Zhuqing refused and still became an enemy of Spirit Hall in the future, he could simply kill her when the time came. One more enemy made no difference, and one less made no difference either.
At that moment, Zhu Zhuqing's heart was locked in a fierce struggle.
Become stronger.
The temptation was simply too great.
So great that she could barely resist it.
But the price was becoming Yang Jian's woman...
For a moment, her heart wavered.
But when she thought of how she and Yang Jian had not even known each other for a full day, and had exchanged fewer than ten sentences in total, she dismissed certain thoughts. At least, not now.
She could not do it.
"I..." Zhu Zhuqing raised her head. The blush had already faded from her face, and her usual coolness had returned. "Can you give me some time to think about it?"
Yang Jian did not know what she was thinking, nor did he realize that she had interpreted his words as meaning something else. He only felt that taking some time to consider it was perfectly normal.
He nodded. "That's fine, but I probably won't be staying here for long. You'd better decide quickly."
"Mm." Zhu Zhuqing softly acknowledged him, then turned and continued walking forward.
They soon arrived at the dormitory area.
There was a row of low, shabby houses.