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 to

with no deterrence, and her ears turn

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 fluff. Her mouth is so small. Her eyes are so big. And her nose is small but straight,

harmless girl who reports

quietly. Is it a coincidence? Or is it deliberately arranged? He has no answer, but he

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

dissolute. And all those good or bad words can be

clearly feels that this man is definitely

thousands of tons of things are pressing

doesn't know where they are going. She sits quietly and slowly puts her right hand into her

hears the man's cold voice,

feels suffocated as if

is useful, you can do it. However, I don't know

"..."

even his tone is normal. However, Jasmine still

really doesn't seem to care about her calling the police at all. What kind of background does he have? He isn't even afraid of the police. Could it be a

the phone is wet with sweat. She really dares not to

and finally stops in a parking space. The driver pulls the door open for Pehry. Jasmine is not even

The black-clothed man behind her pushes her

to follow Pehry into

high-grade carpet. The bronzed

scared, she hasn't lost her

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