Stunned that happiness could arrive so suddenly, Mo Chen looked up.
Jiang Qin's lips curled into a slight smile. "Admiral, surely you don't realize how alluring you are?"
Her words made the straight-laced man blush furiously.
This was a man used to intimidating others with a single glance, yet now he didn't dare meet her smiling, crescent-shaped eyes.
But he wasn't the type to lack the courage to admit his feelings, so he quickly composed himself.
His expression turned serious. He solemnly placed his right hand over his heart and bowed. "Miss Jiang, please allow me to be your suitor."
It had to be said, a stern-faced Mo Chen was quite an intimidating sight.
Any other female might have frowned and backed away. After all, who would want to spend their days facing such a solemn, imposing expression?
Even if they wanted to get a little frisky, they'd probably feel guilty—as if they were being busted by the vice squad.
