Can I Call You Husband?

* During the twenty-four years that Qiu Ling was single, every time someone confessed her love, she would decline with the same words - "Sorry, you are not my type." Qiu Ling didn't lie, because she had a very specific ideal template: a handsome mixed-race guy with broad shoulders and narrow waist, thick face and light eyes, preferably 1.9 Meters tall and full of hormones. By chance, Qiu Ling found a blogger on the Internet who perfectly matched all her aesthetic points - but there was one flaw. The blogger was keen on cooking white people's rice every day, while Qiu Ling only loved hot pot, barbecue and spicy hotpot. But it doesn't matter, everything else is unimportant now that you are beautiful. Relying on the fact that I am just a small transparent among the other party's many fans, I let myself go online, and every private message I sent to him started with "husband". However, until Qiu Ling saw Xie Rui bring a plate of green salad in front of her, she still couldn't help but look embarrassed. Xie Rui: "Don't like it?" Qiu Ling shook her head hesitantly: "... I don't really like it." Xie Rui narrowed his eyes slightly, put his strong and smooth arms on the table, and leaned closer to Qiu Ling: "Who keeps sending me private messages saying, 'The food my husband cooked today looks delicious'?" Qiu Ling blinked her beautiful eyes, feeling guilty and silent. "It doesn't matter." Xie Rui raised his eyebrows magnanimously, slowly took off the watch on his wrist and threw it aside. He gently lifted Qiu Ling's chin with his fingers, approached and spoke in a lowered voice with a half-smile. "Then eat something else." *1V1, sc *Bright white cut yellow x dark-bellied mixed-race young master *165x192, poor body shape, wolf and rabbit literature Intention: Brave pursuit