"So your meaning is that once I recover, you'll marry me?"
Satisfied, of course she would have to marry him — that was Nangong Ming's automatic translation with no mistakes. Just like that, the man calmly pushed down the hand that she had on her waist, "This part is dried, we can move on to the next. Also, I need to change my underwear!"
Bai Xuan: "..."
"Change underwear?"
Bai Xuan's face turned utterly red when she saw the bulge wrapped in the elastic underwear under the trousers that she had taken off halfway. Instinctively wanting to throw the towel in her hand onto the man's protruding underwear, a warning voice from the man arrived right on cue, "You can give it a try. If you ruin it, just wait to live as a widow because I won't let you have the chance to remarry!"
Bai Xuan: "..."
Her hand, initially held high because of his words, was now frozen in mid-air, indecisive, not knowing whether to throw it or not!
"Put it down!"
