Take your time, dear

Engagement Yan Jingxi retracted his gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips, neither confirming nor denying. He folded his arms in front of him, his right hand gently swirling the red wine glass, a mischievous glint in his eyes.,If it weren't for that year when I was eight, a fortune teller said I had the fate of a "Mother of the World," who in ancient times, whoever married me would become emperor, bringing good luck to my husband.,The man turned his head back, a pair of unusually handsome eyes fixed on Yan Jingxi. A flash of surprise crossed them before sinking into a deep and unfathomable darkness.。