"Not small." Ding Long looked meaningfully at Ding Jinshi. He wasn't just talking nonsense; in the previous life, even when Ding Jinshi was slim, she had a good figure. In this life, she is slightly plumper than before, so even without having the chance to see, Ding Long could confidently bet that her chest is not small.
"Where are you looking?" Ding Jinshi crossed her arms over her chest and shot Ding Long a glare.
"Haha." Ding Long chuckled softly, then continued, "You don't have to belittle yourself. I never said I wouldn't marry you. Your dad asked me just now, and I answered. If you want to get married, I'll marry you. After all, we've known each other for years, and I should do some good deeds, right?"
"Thanks to your ancestors for eighteen generations!" Ding Jinshi gritted through her teeth, then leaned back wearily against the car seat.
Once they got home, Ding Jinshi still felt down and tried to head straight to her room to sleep, but Ding Long called out to her.
