"Brother Ninth, you are so kind. I don't know which girl will be lucky enough to marry such a good man like you in the future!"
Tang Jiurong raised his eyebrows, pinched his cheeks, and said teasingly: "Don't you want to marry me?"
Song Xian's face instantly turned red, and he didn't know how to place his hands and feet. He stammered back to him, "I, I don't want to marry you!" Seeing that Tang Jiurong's face turned cold, he leaned over and kissed Tang Jiurong's mouth aggrievedly, closed his eyes and whispered softly: "If you want to marry, it's you who will marry me."
Intention: I am who I am, a different spark of life