She cast a grateful glance at her brother. The next moment, she quickly ran to Zuo Qingfeng, extended her hand to hold his large hand proactively, and sincerely apologized, "My fiancé, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me today. I swear, there won't be a next time."
Yes, her brother was right. How could she bear to make him sad when she had a man who loved her so much?
Initially, she was resistant to marriage, but now she suddenly had the impulse to get married quickly. She wanted a home, a home where a man constantly doted on her. She was willing to learn to cook, just to see the slight curve of his lips, a charm with no equal under Heaven.
Unable to get a response from her fiancé for a long time, a hint of panic appeared on her small, pretty face. She carefully tugged at his clothes, fixing her pitiful black eyes on his face, "My fiancé, don't be angry."
