"Marry me!"
"What are the benefits of marrying you?"
"I have fair skin, good looks, and long legs. Are these benefits enough?"
"Enough!"
When they met for the first time, Meng Yinyin took off Song Tingyue's pants, watched him take a shower, and even shouted that she wanted to marry him.
Legend has it that Song Tingyue was cold, noble, and not a womanizer, but only Meng Yinyin knew the truth.
At night, Meng Yinyin stood up and resisted: "Song Tingyue, you are going to die, don't come to harm me."
"Honey, do you have the heart to let me cut off my children and grandchildren?"
Song Tingyue looked sad, and his deep magnetic voice made people feel soft all over.
Looking at this handsome man who died soon, Meng Yinyin's heart ached: "Then give birth to one."
But, who is going to tell her, why is he not dead yet after she has given birth to three children?
