"So, what are you planning to do?"
A few men continued to raise their eyes, pressing their lips into faint smirks, showing their curiosity.
"No, I'm going to chase her. I'm going to marry her. I'll make her willingly admit she's fallen in love with me, make her willingly give in. As for everything else, I haven't thought it through yet."
Xie Qiyan's voice carried a hint of smugness. Just thinking about that sharp-tongued, arrogant woman made his teeth itch with frustration.
"Hmm?" The other men, usually deep and reserved—bordering on devious—instinctively flinched at his words, nearly spitting out the alcohol they'd just swallowed. Seriously?
"You're not serious, are you?" Gu Jingxin, typically the picture of composure, was the first to speak up. He raised his dark, profound eyes, and, being someone who had experienced heartbreak, was naturally sensitive toward matters of love—and even more so treasured it.
