"So you agree?" Li Tingshen didn't want to talk too much about this matter and concluded.
Ye Qingqiu's voice was firm and clear. "Yes, I agree to marry you."
Li Tingshen nodded and stared at her for a while. Suddenly, he reached out and pinched her chin. "Do you remember my phone number?"
"Why are you suddenly asking this?"
Although she looked like a spoiled young lady, her memory was impeccable.
But that was only limited to what she wanted to remember.
She naturally remembered Li Tingshen's phone number.
"Forget about everyone and everything that shouldn't be in your mind."
Ye Qingqiu raised an eyebrow. "I don't remember much."
Li Tingshen's fingers caressed her chin gently for a while. "I'll accompany you for the next ten days to half a month, but it's only this time. I won't accept you hurting yourself in any sense. If you really do, go to the hospital yourself."
"Anything? Can I really become a porcelain doll?"
