Xi Yu donned a pair of gold-rimmed glasses today. Hearing what you said, she lightly lifted her glasses with her hand and said with feigned seriousness, "Master Li, a man should be as good as his word. You keep saying that the young lady is yours; then you should register at the civil affairs bureau and marry her with proper ceremonies and betrothal gifts."
"It was a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue."
You weighed the large hiking backpack in your hand, squeezed past Xi Yu, and got into the SUV.
Riding in a luxury car worth over ten million sure is comfortable...
It was smooth and steady, feeling almost like walking on flat ground; you couldn't even tell the car was moving on the road.
Zhao'er leaned against you, nestling half her body against yours—soft and gentle, truly comfortable...
