The rare tenderness made her face heat up, and she reached out to take his hand, playfully looking at him, "Are you afraid I'll have second thoughts at the last minute, so you've suddenly become gentle?"
"Something like that," he said.
Wen Nuan huffed. No wonder, just wait until after we're married and he'll show his true colors. Truth be told, she was actually used to his sharp tongue.
"We'll take care of the paperwork as soon as we get off the plane, and you won't have the chance to back out. Even if you do, I'll just knock you out and proceed with the paperwork. It's quite simple," Ye Feimo said in a flat tone, a faint smile on his face that could barely be discerned unless looked at closely.
It was as if he was stating the absolute truth—if she dared to have second thoughts, he would knock her out and carry on with the paperwork.
Wen Nuan silently shed a tear, "Why do I feel like I've boarded a pirate ship?"
