I will definitely marry you!

"Kiss me, you dimwit!" Xia Sha ordered.

"Interrogation is over? You had no critique or questions anymore?" Guan Xian raised his eyebrow and wrinkled his nose, showing his doubt. 

"Whatever, dude," Xia Sha rolled her eyes lazily and darted away.

"Your words are my command," Guan Xian happily obliged after he sees Xia Sha annoyed frowns, which make him excited for some reason. He cupped Xia Sha's cheek with both of his hands before she went farther from him. 

Gently, Guan Xian caresses Xia Sha's cheek with his big hand and stares at her intensely. He stares for quite some time that Xia Sha felt her cheek started to burn like hot potatoes. When she about to pushed him away, he finally pressed his lips against hers, sucking her lower lips even.

"So, are you marrying me or not?" he smirked, raising the million-dollar question in his usual witty ways in the middle of their kiss.