Lang Xuan picked up a small steamed bun with chopsticks, walked over and knelt on the ground with one knee. He put the xiaolongbao to the corner of my mouth, his tone slightly nervous.
"Luoluo, do you want to eat?"
"Well, eat!"
"Marry or not?"
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He picked up another steamed dumpling and handed it over.
"Do you want to eat or not?"
"Well, eat!"
"Marry or not?"
…….
"Brother Langxuan, stop feeding me. If you feed me again, the white cloth wrapped around my chest will collapse!"
"Marry or not?"
"Wait until I finish this bite of buns!"
"Have you finished eating?"
"Well, it's over!"
He stretched out the bun again.
"Eat, or marry?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Marry!"