Jian Qingqing patted his head and said, "Stop crying. Aren't you embarrassed to cry on the streets?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Jian Qingqing wanted to give herself two tight slaps. Bah, why did her brain suddenly cramp?
It was rare for her to reflect on herself. Was she allergic to romance?
However, now was not the time to think about this problem. She thought to herself that this was bad. The tsundere man in her arms was probably going to be angry.
Sure enough, Ming Zhiyan's body stiffened, and the next moment, she felt a gentle pat on the back of her waist. The man's voice came through gritted teeth, "Do you not want a fiancé anymore?"
Jian Qingqing quickly coaxed, "I do, I do! I was wrong, please continue."
