Lin Qiuqiu never thought that she would marry a man who would be his sweetheart.
Looking at the other person's infatuated (but not) appearance in her wedding dress, and thinking that the other person dotes on me so much, forget it, just marry her.
"Okay, wife, let's get married." Lin Qiuqiu puffed out her chest, looking like she was going to die, but she didn't want the other party to knock her down immediately.
"Qiu'er, I've been waiting for this sentence for too long."
This article is a weak attack (but not a strong one).