Kwon Ji Yong: "My girlfriend is wonderful in every way. She just doesn't want to marry me, but that's okay. I still love her." (I'm so mad, but I still have to keep smiling.) So the nosy BB boys started scheming to help their poor leader, determined to bring their future sister-in-law home as his bride. (Romantic Young Bae: A sincere confession is the most moving thing.) And so came the first proposal. Kwon Ji Yong knelt on one knee, gazing at her lovingly. "I love you. Will you marry me?" But the woman wore an utterly calm expression. "Maybe a little later." (Sly Seungri: A confession alone obviously isn't enough. Women like surprises.) And so came the second proposal. He rented out an entire restaurant and hid the wedding ring inside a cake beforehand. The cake had barely been served when the woman met his eyes. "A diamond ring can't be digested. It could injure my esophagus, my stomach and intestines..." Looking sheepish, Kwon Ji Yong took the cake away. "Hehehe, I'll eat this cake myself." (Dangerous Daesung: A surprise alone obviously isn't enough. Women like romance.) And so came the third proposal. He covered the entire trunk with roses and placed a gigantic diamond ring in the middle. But the moment he opened the trunk, the woman still looked perfectly calm, even a little disdainful. "That's so unoriginal." (The ghostly TOP: Ji Yong, I think she might not want to marry you.) What!!! That damn woman actually dared to refuse to marry him??? Kwon Ji Yong snapped the cigarette between his fingers, an angry symbol appearing on his forehead. "Then we'll use force. This time, she'll marry me whether she wants to or not."... This novel is also known as "Proposing Is a Skill," "Please! Stop Showing Off Your Love Already," and "The Married Life of Mr. and Mrs. Kwon." Due to financial pressures, the author will begin charging for this novel on 2017-11-16. As usual, three chapters will be released at once. Reposting in any form is prohibited. This story is published exclusively on Jinjiang Literature City. Please support the original and give this lovely author a chance to escape poverty. Saranghae!
Before you start reading:
1. The female lead is entirely fictional.
2. This story is entirely fictional. Please don't associate it with real people.
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5. Unnie has pitifully few landmines. Lovely angels, please blow me up with some! T-T
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Shy Young Bae has fallen for a girl for the first time. His first love is quietly budding, but winning her over is no easy feat.
Their first hand-holding.
Min Hyo Rin: "Young Bae, my hands are cold. Want to hold them?"
Dong Young Bae, looking completely clueless, draped his coat around her. "If you're cold, I'll take you home."
Min Hyo Rin: ... (Maybe this is some kind of fake relationship.)
Their first kiss, beneath romantic cherry blossoms.
Min Eun Hee quietly rose onto her toes and put her arms around his shoulders. Just as she was about to kiss him...
Dong Young Bae suddenly turned his face away. "Why don't you stand over there so I can take your picture?"
Min Hyo Rin: ... (Maybe this really is some kind of fake relationship.)
Their first argument.
Dong Young Bae: "I'm sorry. This is all my fault."
Min Hyo Rin: "Go home. I don't want to see you anymore."
Dong Young Bae: "Then I'll go... But... are we breaking up just like this?"
Min Hyo Rin: ... (That's right. Now she's certain this is a fake relationship.)
Theme:
It's quite fun to watch. . . The sudden abuse left me speechless
It was so uncomfortable after watching the extra (iДi)
Already finished reading QAQ
I hope it doesn't end, it's good to watch
It's so beautiful, I can't bear to let it go.
There is always a faint aura of ending
It's so sweet. Is this coming to an end? I'm so reluctant to let go.
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I like it so much
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers