"Marriage by agreement, right? I want to add terms!"
Su Taosu patted the homemade peach cookies on Lu Chen's desk, and the frosting fell on his haute couture suit: "The first is not to be public, the second is not in the same bed, and the third... Why are you biting my finger!"
Lu Chen licked the sugar dregs off her fingertips and locked her into his arms with his backhand: "Mrs. Lu, you secretly changed my courseware to add duck animations in your sophomore year, and you should have expected this day when you added popping candies to my coffee in your junior year."
When the secret marriage was exposed and the whole internet went viral, she showed off her wedding ring in front of the live camera: "I want to correct two points. One is that I have planned it for a long time, and the other is -" Suddenly he picked up the girl with fried hair and chuckled: "My Taotao's cookies can make people suffer from diabetes, do they need to be seduced?"
