Two teenagers of eighteen or nineteen years old were walking slowly in a field of wormwood.
"Do you have to marry my sister?" Chen Yu said impatiently.
"She is married to me at the fingertips. Since we have a marriage contract, I naturally want to marry her." Zhu Yuan kept saying the same words over and over again.
Chen Yu was too lazy to argue with him about the fact that his sister had long wanted to break off the engagement with him. He felt that Zhu Yuan had a wooden head and he shouldn't compete with a wooden head!
Concept: Love in youth is always pure and unforgettable