In minor matters, I can be magnanimous, it's okay that you forcibly grabbed my hand, I'll endure it, but in major matters, I absolutely can't yield, I must be ruthless.
If you're proposing, sorry, it's not possible.
That was the first thing Tang Xiaowan thought of.
She prayed silently in her heart several times, hoping that Li Zishen wouldn't force her to say harsh words, after all, doing so was extremely hurtful.
Favors are favors, feelings are feelings.
The ring, flashing with a dreamlike light, dazzlingly brilliant, stunned Wang Meijuan, Cheng Shi, and Granny Yu at the stairway entrance.
Such a large one, they had never seen before.
Could it be a family heirloom?
The three of them couldn't help but murmur, turning their gazes en masse toward their young mistress, Tang Xiaowan.
"Zishen, what is this..."
"I love you, will you marry me?"
