"Honeymoon?" Song Qinghuan chuckled, "I never thought I would ever have one."
Shi Yuhuan's nose gently met hers, locking eyes with her, "Song Qinghuan, anything other than the things crazy people desire, you will have all you wish for."
Song Qinghuan was puzzled, "What do you mean by 'things crazy people desire'?"
Shi Yuhuan explained, "I mean useless demands, like asking for the stars in the sky. Only someone with their brain damaged would ask for such a thing."
The corners of Song Qinghuan's mouth started to curl up, she couldn't help but laugh, "Shi Yuhuan, what should I do if I end up liking you even more?"
Nodding his head, Shi Yuhuan expressed great satisfaction, "That is a good thing. It signifies that you're getting smarter."
