"Do you want to marry me?"
I said, "No!"
"Then how about you marry me?" The majestic king of the ghost world actually said such words.
"Ms. Sir, don't go." He walked through the market wearing bridal clothes. Since the wedding was ruined that day, he has never changed his clothes.
I held my forehead and thought, damn, that was just a joke.
"Lihua, I'm sorry!" He held the jar and said Nuonuo, like a child who had done something wrong. His snow-white clothes were stained with a little wine red.
I patted his head, feeling ecstatic in my heart. In fact, I was the one who knocked over the jar.