The amount of commitment and courage needed for that sentence was immense, embodying the responsibility for another person's entire life—a sense of responsibility that brings unparalleled peace of mind.
All she needed to do was to be a happy little joker, because with him by her side, there was nothing to fear.
It was like Doraemon's pocket—seemingly able to make anything happen as long as she wished for it!
Gu Qibao's heart was bursting with happiness and sweetness, and she couldn't help but excitedly shake Di Mingjue, "Hubby, hubby, you're my Doraemon!"
I would gladly let you spoil me silly, caring for nothing under your protection, just like this—happy, happy, happy.
Hearing Gu Qibao's words, Di Mingjue couldn't help but purse his lips in disdain, "Doraemon is ugly."
Fat and short, with stubby arms and legs, and no fingers at all! A big pancake face and an even bigger mouth—truly unbearable to look at!
When he smiles, his mouth is even bigger than his face.
