On a night when Jian Dan and her friends were giggling, Zhao Linlin was made to cry out for her parents. Her whole body was sore and weak, and her legs trembled as Lin Ye came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Seeing him made Zhao Linlin's legs go weak, "You bastard, do you have any morals? What if I get pregnant..."
"If you do, I'll marry you."
Lin Ye used a dry towel to wipe the damp hair on his head.
His gaze was dark as it landed on Zhao Linlin. Her back was covered with spots.
Zhao Linlin hesitated to speak and finally couldn't stand his stare, averting her gaze, "Do you expect me to marry just because you say you'll marry me? What about your bright future and your wife-fans?"
"Heh..." Lin Ye's movement paused, and he suddenly laughed, "You know, your tone sounds like a woman lamenting in her boudoir. Are you jealous?"
"Who's jealous?" Zhao Linlin jumped in anger, placing her hands on the bed intending to sit up, but...
"Ouch, my waist..."
