Jiang Haoxun's arms around An Lisheng gradually tightened, and he stared at her with blurred eyes, "An Lisheng, this time is not about acting. I, Jiang Haoxun, really like you. Although you are not good-looking, short and fat, I will just accept you."
An Lisheng pushed Jiang Haoxun away and crossed her arms, "Tch, you think you are so good, you want a figure but not a figure, you want..."
"Then let you see if I have a figure." Jiang Haoxun said, unbuttoning his shirt.
An Lisheng quickly covered her eyes with her hands, "I don't want to see, I don't want to see."
"An Lisheng, it's too late. You are destined to be my wife, and you can't run away."