Outrageous!
Absolutely unthinkable!
Luo Yujiao's insistent urging made Zhang Xiaowei feel it was utterly absurd.
A few casual words, and getting married—a matter of such great importance—was settled.
And this also involved pushing him to consummate with her daughter.
This ludicrous plot couldn't help but provoke a sneer from Zhang Xiaowei.
Way too far-fetched, even novels wouldn't dare to write it like this.
I have neither money nor a house.
Even if Auntie Luo gets along well with my mom, that doesn't mean she should be so eager to have her daughter marry me, right?
Not only does she not mention a dowry, she even wants to prepare a house for me.
Li Yanyan picked up a glass of wine and slowly approached Zhang Xiaowei.
Luo Yujiao also thrust a cup of wine into his hand.
Li Yanyan's cheeks were flushed with shyness, her beauty irresistible, like a bud waiting to bloom, waiting for him to pluck it.
"Auntie Luo, stop it, please!"
