After rebirth, I remarried the domineering 9000-year-old

Looking at his expression, Shen Nanxing held back her tears: "Didn't the Ninth Thousand Year Old just say that no matter who I like, I can ask him to marry me?"

"It's only been a moment, and you've already regretted it, Nine Thousand Years Old?"

"I didn't realize that the Nine Thousand Years Old's words could only last for a moment..."

Shen Nanxing looked at him like this for a long time, her starry eyes filled with tears, and her gaze never left him for a moment.

But he never met her gaze again.

After a moment, she only heard a soft, almost imperceptible sigh.

"I am a rootless person, and I am destined not to marry in this life. I hope Miss Shen will choose another good husband."

"I don't mind." Perhaps because the cold pool was too cold, the woman's voice had a hint of nasality and a hint of sob.

"Didn't you also say that after tonight, after soaking in the cold pool, my body will be weakened and I will no longer be able to have children?"

"After my divorce from Prince Jing, I became a divorced woman..."

"What talented young man would be willing to marry a divorced woman who is infertile?"

"I understand..." The woman seemed to have suddenly thought of something and lowered her head dejectedly: "I am not worthy of being nine thousand years old. I was just wishful thinking."

"It's not a delusion!" the man's voice was anxious.

"Ms. Shen is very good, it's me who is not worthy of you..."

"Miss Shen, please don't underestimate yourself. There are many outstanding men in Beijing who admire Miss Shen. Miss Shen will definitely meet your true love..."

The woman slowly raised her head, seemingly in disbelief: "Do they really think highly of me?"

"I like it." Fu Jiuli said firmly.

"What about you? Do you like me?" There were still tears in the woman's eyes. She looked at him with expectation in her eyes, but also with a hint of fragility.

It seemed that if he denied it, she would be heartbroken and would completely deny herself.

Fu Jiuli closed his eyes, and his heart felt like a hole had been torn open. Endless coldness continued to pour in, and blood was dripping.

How could he have the qualifications to look down on her?

When he opened his eyes again, his dark pupils were dark and boundless. After a long while, he uttered three words: "I like you."

"Then you..." The woman's eyes suddenly blossomed with surprise, her eyes were so bright that everything around her lost its color.

Fu Jiuli forced himself to look away and interrupted her: "Three years..."

"What?" the woman was surprised.

"If after three years, Miss Shen still hasn't fallen in love with any man, still..."

He paused, then continued, "If you still want to marry me, then I will go to the Marquis' Mansion in person to ask for your hand in marriage..."

Then he changed the subject: "But if Miss Shen finds someone she likes before then, our agreement will be void."

"What do you think, Miss Shen?" The man's eyes were dark and deep, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Shen Nanxing's heart suddenly jumped for joy, and her eyes were filled with an unconcealable smile. Her eyes were bright and shining under the illumination of the eight night pearls on the four walls.

This is huge progress!

Fu Jiuli in this life is completely different from his previous life. The hardest part of his body is probably his mouth.

Now he is willing to give in...

Then she would be one big step closer to successfully marrying him.

But three years is too long...

She frowned, then suddenly stood up, as agile as a fish, and swam in front of him in a flash.

Looking at the man's surprised eyes, she raised her head, stretched out her hands to hold the man's face, and quickly kissed him on the lips, then quickly stepped away.

"Miss Shen, what is this doing?"

Fu Jiuli felt his lips burning hot and pursed them uncomfortably. When he looked at the woman, he was dazzled by her bright smile.

She wrapped her arms around his waist again, and said pitifully, "Three years is too long. By then I'll be an old maid..."

"How about... three months?" the woman asked tentatively in a soft voice.

But I only heard the man's shallow breathing, and did not hear his answer.

She pressed her little face against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, which had clearly quickened considerably. It made her heartbeat a little faster, like the beating of a drum. "Just three months, okay?"