According to folklore, Miss Du's family was dignified and virtuous, with a graceful posture, capable of writing, painting, and singing and dancing. Countless young men from the aristocratic family came to her to ask for her hand in marriage. A certain unscrupulous young man lowered his head and rubbed the little head in his arms. If he hadn't witnessed the arrogance of this little girl, he would have been deceived by her. Thinking of this, he stretched out his claws to attack the sweet sleeping face in his arms. Feeling pain on his face, Du Ruoruo roared: "Yun Jueming, you are shameless and sneak attack on me again!" The young master smiled as bright as a lotus flower, raised the hand that had just made trouble on Ruoruo's cheek, and placed it on the head of the angry-looking girl. Touch, touch, touch, touch. Finally, the girl became impatient: "Yun Jueming, what are you doing?" His tone was obviously not good. The young master raised his eyebrows and smiled brighter: "Shun Mao." Du Ruo: "...