"Chu Yue, do you choose to marry me or die?" When Qian Jinrong said this, Chu Yue's small body shrank in the sofa and kept trembling. "No, I would rather die than marry you! You said you would not force me to do anything I don't want to do." Qian Jinrong faced Chu Yue, who was full of love and rain, and stopped talking and slammed the door directly. Therefore, Qian Jinrong did not notice the bright smile on the face of Chu Yue who buried himself in his knees.