"Damn it! You guys are still flaunting?"
The cultivator who kept on turning back and throwing secret looks at Li Ruolan felt extremely upset when he saw the beautiful female reporter kissing Sun Mo.
He felt so sore about it as if his mouth had been pried open and he had a big bucket of lemon juice forced down his throat.
The cultivator rolled up his sleeve, wanting to pick up a rock from the floor and give a harsh one to Sun Mo.
Li Ruolan was really astonished by Sun Mo's generosity.
This trust felt too heavy. After all, if she were to sell this piece of news, she'd be able to trade it for a peerless-grade heaven-tier cultivation art at the very least.
(How am I supposed to repay this?)
"What should I do? I feel like marrying you now."
Li Ruolan looked into Sun Mo's eyes. If she were to get married to him, it wouldn't be bad either. It would be an enjoyment to look at this face when she woke up every morning.
"What?"
