That year, the spring breeze was blowing and the pear blossoms were blooming. You promised me, the matchmaker, that I would be married to you until we grow old together.
But the infatuation was in vain, and only the white pear on the bun still kept the distant promise.
When she ran out of gas, she murmured the words "I'm waiting for you... Waiting for you to marry me..."
Finally, he was reincarnated under the pear tree.
"Girl's name?"
"My little girl Shen Shengge."
Oh? The music and singing every night is not as good as the music and banquet.
PS. Reverse harem, there are so many men! ! !