Qiqi stamped her foot in anger, "Who says I'm not? When I grow up, I'm going to marry Nan Mo!"
As Qiqi spoke, she reached out and yanked off his gloves, using her warm little hand to hold his cold one. Imitating his manner, she breathed into his hand.
"Nan Mo, when I grow up, will you marry me?"
He felt a bit embarrassed and didn't say anything.
Because at that time, Qiqi didn't understand what it truly meant to marry a man.
But he understood.
In the weather of minus twenty degrees, he felt his face burning, as if it was on fire.
"Nan Mo, are you very cold? Your face is so red, even your ears are red!" Qiqi looked at him innocently and anxiously while pulling him inside, saying, "You haven't answered yet. Will you marry me or not..."
Liang Shaochen clumsily allowed himself to be pulled along by her little hand, his mind in chaos, as he agreed foolishly, "Marry... I'll marry..."
