Jiang Xingye asked with some embarrassment.
It was such a cold day. Although there was no wind in the alley, Jiang Xingye's ears were burning red, spreading all the way to his cheeks.
His body felt as if it were on fire, blood surged like lava, and his heart beat like a war drum.
Seeing his embarrassed look, almost digging out a Silver Light Hall with his toes, Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but laugh. She poked his chest, but he was wearing a military coat, so she couldn't reach him. She tucked her hand under his collar to touch his skin.
"Do you want me to tell you?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
Jiang Xingye couldn't stand being teased like this. When it comes to matters like this, his skin is quite thin. He tightened his arms around Xu Qinghuan, "Baby, marry me!"
Xu Qinghuan was stunned, never dreaming he would shout at her like that. But after calling out, Jiang Xingye buried his face in her shoulder and wouldn't lift his head.
