"Yes, marry me, and let me cherish you for the rest of your life!" Qian Chongling said softly.
"Yes!" Bibi Dong nodded, tears gradually welling in her eyes. "I will," she answered quietly.
Qian Chongling wrapped an arm around Bibi Dong's slender waist and gently stroked her pale-purple hair with his other hand. Only after a long while did he release her. Resting both hands on her delicate shoulders, he said softly, "Silly girl, if you keep this up, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself. I might just make you mine."
"Hehe, Dong'er knows you couldn't bear to make me yours just yet, Teacher," Bibi Dong said with a playful smile.
"Not having the heart to do it and not being able to resist are two different things. You silly girl, you have no idea how tempting you are to me." As he spoke, Qian Chongling slipped his arm around her waist again and whispered beside her little, white-jade earlobe.
"You're awful." Bibi Dong's cheeks flushed as she leaned her lovely face against Qian Chongling's broad chest and spoke in a coy voice.
Seeing her bashful expression, Qian Chongling was briefly taken aback. Only minutes earlier, she had been a queen forcing him to yield, yet now she had become a demure little woman. A woman's heart truly was a needle at the bottom of the sea.
Qian Chongling lowered his head and touched the tip of Bibi Dong's fair little nose with his fingertip. "Silly girl, I'll make the arrangements. We'll get married in about seven days."
"Huh? Seven days? That soon?" Bibi Dong's beautiful, watery eyes widened in surprise.
"Yes, we'll hold it together with Little Xiaojie's wedding in seven days. I'm sorry, Dong'er. Because of my identity, I can only ask you to put