The Overbearing President Forced Me to Marry Him with a Knife

Jiang Shan put the kitchen knife on Lin Qing's neck, the blade glowing with cold light. Staring at Lin Qing coldly: "Marry me" The beginning of absurdity, three meals a day, four seasons of warmth and coldness, it is all love. When the flowers rain from the sky, the red flower river flows by. Lin Qing knew he was serious.