"Do you really want to marry me?" The little girl asked with a smile.
"Yes, yes, since you are... Mine, of course I am, no, of course you are mine," Tong Wanshu said solemnly, but it was a pity that his childish face made him think what he said was unreliable.
"No, you should cure your disease first. I don't want to marry a husband with pimples." The little girl smiled slyly and ran away.
"You... You stinky girl, I'm going to kill you." Tong Wanshu's face turned red as if he really wanted to kill someone. He roared and chased her away. Sometimes the bud of love is so young and innocent. Unfortunately, there is not only friendship, love, and feelings in the world, but also more pain and necessity.
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