Boy, Please Marry Me

Tang Youran was lying on the bed fully clothed, thinking to herself. It has been half a month since she came to this small shabby courtyard. Except for the maid Forsythia who wanders around every day and does not look like a maid, the only living thing she has seen is the chicken that has laid its belly. Tang Youran couldn't help but look up to the sky and scream angrily: Why? ! Other people's time travels are accompanied by beautiful men, and other people's time travels are all about palaces and house fights, but I am just on this lonely mountain, bitching about forsythia? ! Is there any mistake? Since her soul has passed through the Tang Sect, she must have a good time. Huh? Why did someone come to propose marriage just after we got off the mountain? ! This is unscientific! Will my dream of making a career in the world turn into a house fight again? Huh? He's a handsome man! Not bad, not bad, then she would just have to fight at home for a while. . . Wow! Is there no one in the beautiful man's house? ! This still makes her fight. Is it possible that she is playing with herself in anger? Beautiful boy, please take me out for some fun!