The man had a buzz cut and tanned skin. His deep blue eyes held a hint of unrestrained spirit.
Right now, he was staring intently at the awakened Mia, a friendly smile on his face. "Hello, I'm Neymar, your husband."
Mia's expression cracked slightly. This man looked perfectly normal, yet why did his words sound like he was seriously ill?
"Sir, I think you might be mistaken. I don't know you."
"It's okay, your sister asked you to marry me in her place."
"Huh?" Mia held back for a long time before she refrained from punching this man who, admittedly, looked quite handsome.
What nonsense was he spouting?
Neymar handed her a piece of paper. Written on it were the words "Sister, please marry Neymar in my place, thank you, love you!"
But the small words marked below it read "If you do
