“Gu Mancheng! Where are my paints?” the fierce woman roared.
“Gu Mancheng! My shoes can’t get wet. Come carry me!” Qin Weiran squeezed out two tears with all her might.
“Gu Mancheng, why do you keep staring at me…” The fierce woman blushed shyly.
“You’re beautiful!” Gu Mancheng replied with heartfelt sincerity for the first time.
“Qin Weiran, there are stars in your eyes.”
Faced with Gu Mancheng’s rare display of tenderness, Qin Weiran leaned in and blinked. “Really? Then let’s get married!”
Gu Mancheng felt as if the world around them had gone quiet, leaving only the sound of his deep breathing. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Qin Weiran!”
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