Five-year-old Wan Yutang knelt down on Song Mingzheng's lap and spoke to him with a sweet voice.
"How about you marry me from now on?"
Anyone else would have had Song Mingzheng break his legs and shut him up forever, but children's words are unbridled, and there is some truth in what a child says.
So the man who covered the sky with one hand in Yuecheng placed a kiss with the scent of cold sandalwood next to Wan Xiaotang's young and baby-fat cheek. His tone was casual, as if he was dealing with it casually.
It's just that the eyebrows are full of tenderness, overflowing with a tenderness that can make people sick to death.
"Men cannot marry."
"Ah..."
Wan Xiaotang curled her pink lips, but her eyes lit up the next second.
"Then I'll marry you!"
His tone was a little anxious, as if he was afraid that the person would refuse.
"Oh."
"That's okay too."
He responded calmly.
Probably because of Tong Yan Wuji.
....
After all, children's words are unbridled.
Intention: I hope you can reunite with the most important person again