Li Yuntang's dark pupils slightly constricted, then he let out a helpless chuckle.
In the memories of the past twenty years, he always thought his future marriage would only be related to interests, but now it seems, not entirely.
Considering his difficult-to-mention past, could the existence of this little woman before him be heaven's compensation for him?
Taking the fishing rod in his hand, Li Yuntang sat closely beside Yan Xiaye in a good mood, not caring at all if this behavior might damage his high and mighty image in the future, he spoke earnestly: "Xiaye, when do you plan to confess your love to me?"
"...I have no such plans." Yan Xiaye, surprised by his quick change in emotion, pushed him away slightly in irritation: "Didn't you say it would scare the fish?"
