He carried his backpack to the study, opened it under my eager eyes, and took out exquisite wooden boxes one by one. There were more than twenty boxes lined up on the table.
I couldn't help but ask: "What are these?"
He said: "Betrothal gift."
I reacted and laughed dryly: "... It should be the dowry."
"Really?" His eyes darkened and he leaned towards me.
"Um... Wait a minute, Xiao Xie hasn't gone to bed yet... Ah... You're so bored!"
Damn it, young master, I am worse than a boring oil bottle. Why should I be suppressed?
Conception: