Eh. . . . . .
Super novice + slow. . .
"Auntie, will you be my wife?"
She was answered with deathly silence
"Then let me kiss you, okay?" She kissed her lips domineeringly, their lips and teeth connected, but her heart was full of bitterness, and she left angrily.
When she was twenty years old, she returned to the small bamboo house, but she could not say those words.
She took her hand. "Xun'er, can my aunt be your wife?"
Tears falling
"Then why don't you kiss your aunt?"
A gust of wind blew by, and a "rustling" sound came from the bamboo forest, just like before
I wrote it after the college entrance examination.
Bye. . . . . . . . .