After being dragged to the wisteria shelf in the back garden, Beiting Huang could no longer hold it in. She bent down and laughed. She was indeed not interested in women. Even now, she was still having a headache. What should her fiancée do in the future? She was also a little worried that she would be bullied in Luobeng City.
"Why are you still laughing? Didn't I do it to block those rotten peach blossoms for you!" Qin Yu's doting eyes looked at the young man in black who was enveloped by the moonlight. He only felt that if he could make her laugh so happily, he would be willing to give up his reputation.
Beiting Huang rubbed her stomach and stood up. She did not miss the deep tolerance and love in Qin Yu's eyes. No matter who she was, whether it was Little Ninth or Bei Ye, Qin Yu would always value her and nothing else. This made her especially touched.
