The young girl laughed and said, 'Yes, but such a promise should only be remembered by me, he should be the one to bring it up. If I ask like this, it's as if I'm forcing him, right?'
'I don't want it to be this way...'
'Then let's change the question.'
Xuanhu didn't understand such a question, he just felt that the young girl's palm was soft and warm, like the jade hidden in the mountains, very comfortable. The girl stood up, her hands crossed behind her back, fingers interlocked, and she tiptoed slightly.
The southwest wind blew, lifting her black hair slightly.
Xuanhu asked, 'What to ask?'
The girl closed her eyes, fingers hooked together, footsteps falling, and she turned around with a sly question, 'Then ask him, does he still need money?'
