Let's Get Married

Jasmine immediately stiffens because she notices that there is actually a man behind her...

The moment she realizes that, she curls herself up near the car door and turns around nervously to look at the sound source. However, she's frozen when she sees the man.

This man...

Seeing the uncertainty in her eyes, Pehry raises his sharp eyebrows slightly. Compared to her nervousness, he is especially relaxed. "Remember me?"

It's not that Jasmine has a good memory, but it is too hard for her to forget that he blew on her face that day.

"You, it's you?"

She whispers, in a shaky voice with fear. Unfortunately, Pehry doesn't have the mood to show mercy. He shakes his head and snorts, "It's me."

"You… Why did you kidnap me?" Jasmine stares at him and asked him warily.

Pehry only sneers at her question. His peach-shaped eyes are like icy lakes in the cold winter, with ice flying out with no warmth.

"Why am I looking for you? Don't you know?" Pehry asks in a menacing voice.

Jasmine is even more puzzled, her face turning pale with fear. "I don't know. You... How do you know my name?"

"Not only do I know your name, I also know where you live and you study at an art college. And... "Pehry purposely pauses for a moment. His thin lips curl up without smiling. He slowly glances over her and says, "I also know about your bust, waist, and hip measurements."

"..."

in love before, almost a minute

widen but with no deterrence,

face looks so young that one cannot tell she is twenty years old. Not to mention the flaws, there are not even pores. When the light falls on it, one can even see a thin layer of

this seemingly harmless girl who reports him to the Police

withdraws his gaze and smiles quietly. Is it a coincidence? Or is it deliberately arranged? He

dark red suit, which is not absurd and strange at all, but makes him

coquettish, romantic and dissolute. And all those good or bad words can be used to

Jasmine also clearly feels that this man is definitely

the air in the car freeze. It is as if thousands of tons of things

they are going. She sits quietly and slowly puts her right hand into her pocket to get

when she hears the

immediately feels suffocated as if her acupuncture point has

you think calling the police is useful, you can do it. However, I don't know whether I will be

"..."

his tone is normal. However, Jasmine

the police at all. What kind of background does he have? He

is wet with sweat. She really dares not to

the door open for Pehry. Jasmine is not even restricted, but she knows clearly that

black-clothed man behind her pushes her shoulders fiercely and says,

has no choice but to follow Pehry into the

step on the high-grade carpet. The bronzed wallpaper reveals a luxurious aura. On both sides of the corridor are dim and ambiguous

scared, she hasn't lost her mind completely. She observes everything

of a private room. Someone pushes the door open. Pehry walks in first, and Jasmine follows behind