The prince is very cruel

Snapped!

A loud slap landed on her buttocks.

"Ah!" Another scream, the burning pain almost made Qin Yao cry.

"You bastard, are you going to beat me to death?" Her face flushed.

"Hehe, who told you not to listen?" Guan Ning raised his eyebrows and smiled slyly.

Qin Yao blushed: "Put me down."

"Why should I put you down? Aren't you all washed?" Guan Ning said as he walked towards the bed.

Qin Yao's heart suddenly began to beat wildly, and her mind went blank. She suddenly said in fear, "You, what are you doing?"

boom!

The next second, her graceful and curvy figure fell on the soft couch, her chest trembling, and a gust of fragrant wind blew.

The long white scarf could not cover her completely, but instead added a touch of allure.

The thin and delicate collarbone and the proud chest formed a strong contrast, the wasp waist and full buttocks, the bare pair of calves, snow-white and slender, and the pair of jade feet exuded silent temptation under the candlelight at night.

Guan Ning fell over, their eyes met, their noses touching, so close that they could hear each other's breathing.

Qin Yao's heartbeat kept accelerating, and she didn't know where to put her nervous hands.

Guan Ning admired her beautiful face, and then slowly moved down, gently stroking her scar that was almost healed with his fingers.

Suddenly he said gently, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Qin Yao subconsciously covered her hand, as if she didn't want him to see it.

Guan Ning pulled her hand away and said with deep affection in his eyes, "Don't be afraid."

The wound was exposed nakedly in front of Guan Ning's eyes. She bit her lip and said, "It will leave a scar. Don't you mind?"

"What do you think?" Guan Ning smiled, and then kissed her wound without hesitation.

Qin Yao's earlobe turned slightly red because the wound was very close to her upper chest. Then she completely relaxed and no longer worried about the hideous scar.

She mustered up her courage, peeled off Guan Ning's clothes, and examined his wound. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she looked delighted: "It's healing very quickly. The scar has already formed."

"That's all thanks to Sister Yao's good care." Guan Ning said with a smile.

"Still calling me Sister Yao?" Qin Yao muttered, with a resentful look in her eyes.

"Then what else should it be called?" Guan Ning smiled slyly, his hand sliding to her smooth ankle, playing with it like a work of art.

Qin Yao acquiesced to his actions: "Can't I call you my wife?"

"Hahaha!"

Guan Ning laughed loudly, and then suddenly stood up: "Close your eyes, I will give you something."

"What is it?" Qin Yao's eyes suddenly lit up, she was extremely excited, and quickly sat up from the bed.

"Close your eyes first." Guan Ning said.

Qin Yao was so excited that she immediately closed her eyes and began to have wild thoughts and guesses in her mind.

Only sporadic voices could be heard. After a while, Guan Ning came over and said, "You can open your eyes now."

Qin Yao suddenly opened her eyes, a smile on her red lips: "Where are the things?"

Guan Ning took it out from behind mysteriously, then suddenly let go of his hand.

"What is this?" Qin Yao couldn't help but pick it up.

I saw that it was a ring-shaped ring made of bent iron wire, with two thin red and white silk threads wrapped around the outside. Although it was rough, it inexplicably had a sense of refinement.

"This is called a ring. In a faraway place, there's a custom where a man gives his beloved woman a ring like this as a token of their love when they get married."

"In other words, it's similar to the betrothal hairpin of the Wu Dynasty."

Hearing this, Qin Yao's beautiful eyes widened, and she couldn't let go of it: "Then this, this is for me?"

Guan Ning smiled, took the ring, and knelt on one knee in a very formal manner.

"Excuse me, honorable Miss Qin Yao, are you willing to marry Guan Ning?"

"Love him, be faithful to him...for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, whatever..."

He asked with a clear voice and a smile. Qin Yao's tears had already welled up in her eyes and she was crying. Although she had never heard of etiquette, she knew that Guan Ning was proposing to her.

This ring and these words have surpassed even a marriage certificate.

Under the light, the two of them looked so beautiful, as if they were made for each other.