After Our Whirlwind Wedding, Master Fu Spoiled Me to the Heavens

“Let’s get married! Look at you, you just knocked me down, so you have to take responsibility for me.”

If the man across from her hadn’t been dressed so respectably and waiting for her answer with such a serious expression, Song Yaya would have taken him for a thug and called the police.

Can you just get married on a whim?

An hour later, she was holding a little red booklet with three big characters on it: Marriage Certificate.