At the foot of West Mountain, she stopped him as he walked by with a book box on his back and smiled. “Young sir, you’re so handsome and dashing, and you look remarkably like my child. It must be fate! Would you be interested in marrying me?” On the eastern slope, she grabbed his reins and raised her sword. “Brave sir, venturing alone into a forbidden place is dangerous. To keep you safe, why don’t we join forces and have you become my child’s father?” He swept his long sleeves and coolly refused. “I’m not interested.” Later, she stood atop a tavern table, sneering. “What an arrogant fool. As if your auntie would ever like a pretty boy like you! Waiter, bring me wine!” He: “...” Could this be the legendary case of a man enjoying tormenting his wife for a while, only to suffer when he tries to win her back?
This is the first time I read this kind of novel. I personally feel that the more I read, the more it feels like reading homework. After more than 50 chapters, I just can't stand it anymore. There is too much nonsense 🤦 🤦 🤦