ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTERS 117. I proposed to you

"Can I do it?" Zhao Juren's whisper in Xue Xue's ear, raspy, though his breathing was still orderly unlike Xue Xue who had barely lost her consciousness.

Xue Xue looked up, adjusted her faltering breath, she had never felt such a strange passion like this as if it was so excruciating.

"Do what?" xue Xue asked in a trembling voice, her voice shriveled with fear, this young woman has never been treated like this.

"Splitting a chai in your hair." Whisper Zhao Juren, in his hand was seen a konde skewer of ice deer antlers with a beautiful lotus flower carving, in the middle of which was tucked the famous dark red blood-colored kumala stone of Yanzhi.

"A..what is this?" Xue Xue was confused herself, she was already able to regulate her breathing after that long kiss earlier.

"It's chai. In Yanzhi, there is a tradition of giving a chai to women in her tribe, kept by the woman until the time of marriage and if indeed they are paired then the chai is tucked in the girl's hair at the time of her marriage as a bond." Zhao Juren said with a smile.

Since Yan's reign, women in Yanzhie have worn hairpins; skewers of konde and other paraphernalia on their hair. The tradition was worn not only as a hairstyle or headdress, but mainly as a symbol of the status of women themselves in the society of the state of Yanzhie.

A girl, an unmarried woman, is marked on her hairstyle which is woven in two on the left-right side, with a certain hairpin ornament that is colorful While married women are recognized for the condition of her hair behind the head and the skewer of a Chai.

"Aaa..you mean? But us?" Xue Xue was stunned, she was confused to hear that because there was no such thing in Niangxi. If people like each other they just have to come to their parents and ask to be married.

For unmarried girls the hair of Niangxi women should not be in the konde but in the intertwining of one right in the middle of the back of the head or at the top of the head like the current hair of Xue Xue Xue. At most given decoration or ornament can be from brocade, cloth or silk ribbon.

In different Yanzhi, it is customary long ago for an engagement skewer, a man gives his konde stitch to keep his lover and is usually more sacred if the chai is made by himself. At the time of the wedding ceremony, the conde skewer would be pinned on the bridegroom's hair back but this Zhao Juren unhesitatingly pinned it on the peak of Xue Xue's head.

"Yes, I proposed to you, Xue Xue..Under the not-so-bright lantern, as Yanzhie's man I propose to you to marry me one day." With a manly attitude Zhao Juren slipped the silver-colored Chai between the braids of Xue Xue's hair.

The girl was stunned, speechless, she just looked at him with buying eyes barely believing.

"How can...?" Xue Xue straightened her body to her feet even with a slightly shrewd body, Juren's intoxicating touch barely kept her afloat. He felt that Zhao Juren was willing to play tricks on him.

"Why can't it?" Zhao Juren asked slightly stunned to see Xue Xue suddenly acting like a daze.

"I've never heard of you loving me? or just..."

"Xue Xue, love doesn't need to be said in so many words, I know how I feel about you differently. I can't bear to think you're in trouble, I can't stop thinking about you even when I'm asleep. I know it's love. And I swear I won't let go of anyone who's made me feel this mess..." Zhao Juren's words were similar er@ngan, it was like a complaint.

"You really love me?" Xue Xue now who was unblinking looked at Zhao Juren who was asked did not answer but was busy admiring the woman who was gawking at him.

"Why are you silent? Is...do you have anyone else?" Zhao Juren slightly choked with her own question, of course very much imprinted in her memory when Xiao Yi rejected the chai she gave and it turned out that the woman was the wife of her own brother.

Xue Xue shook her head in a quick motion while covering her face in embarrassment.

"Why do you still think that way? " Zhao Juren took a step back. His face was hardened in disappointment.

"Mom..not so..." Xue Xue stammered, feeling that she had spoken wrongly.

Before Xue Xue tried to correct her sentence, Zhao Juren suddenly grabbed onto Xue Xue's waist, at the pull of her draping until this girl was suffocated in shock. Wildly kissing Xue's lips to Xue's neck and part of Xue's chest.

Xue Xue's gloom was not playful, she even felt her breath several times about to be cut off as Zhao Juren's fingers infiltrated behind her dress.

"Ukhs..." Xue Xue tried to squirm but the embrace grew even tighter, her skin that was covered by Zhao Juren's lips felt wet and warm.

Just as Xue Xue could barely open her eyes, Zhao Juren stopped her urgency.

"Do you accept me?"

"Let's..." Xue Xue opened her eyes wide as Zhao Juren slowly pushed her body away.

"Say Aaa that's enough. I take it as your sign of approval. Now you know what it's like?" Zhao Juren asked with a sweet grin.

"What flavor?" Xue Xue was like a dazed person.

"I feel like I want someone." Zhao Juren swallowed his saliva.

"I've marked a part of your body, and by the time I marry you, I'll make sure I don't get past a single inch of you. I'm a general in my country, and I always keep my word." Zhao Juren walked towards the table where Nan Yuhuai's painting was with a satisfied mimic. He made sure Xue Xue would remember the passion he had for her so that she could not turn her face away from Zhao Juren.

Zhao Juren is a 30-year-old man. He had eaten the salt acid of the world especially about love, for this innocent young girl he just instilled a little curiosity in her so that this girl thought she could not live without him.

"If you want to know what else, then wait for the day when we bow to heaven and earth. I won't touch you again until our bride's night." Zhao Juren continued confidently and then pulled the chair against the table, the eyes of a war general shimmered carefully towards Nan Yuhuai's painting, without caring about Xue Xue who was still standing in her place tried to regulate her consternated breath.

He frowned his forehead for a moment and then seemed to think and then said, "your brother seems to be...."

He was seen squinting his eyes at the picture of the young man holding Xiao then he was bearded himself under the gaze of Xue Xue who was still a little dazed.

"He gave you a hidden message through this painting..."

(Let's say yes, this chapter is pretty hot, right?😂😂 hot for Xue Xue aja, Zhao Juren was calm, he was just calm down, Zhao Juren will not repeat the same mistake by making people he loved stained. Mkasih have been waiting up othor even though double UPnya in kunti clock like this🤣🤣🤣 luv u all my reader)