She Had Personally Made Him Chicken Soup

The snow that year came too early and was extremely heavy.

Yao Tiao and Ji Sichen had invited Ye Erruo over that day for some hotpot.

Ye Erruo only got out of bed around noon. The warm covers made it hard for her to rise.

Mo Jiangye had also been lazing around on the bed with her until then.

"Yao Tiao invited us to a hotpot with them. Get up quickly." She pulled his arm and hauled him up and out of the covers.

In the end, he pulled her into his embrace instead of keeping her at arm's strength.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Baby Ruo, let's get married," he said gently next to her ear.

"Let's get married! Let's get married!" Ye Erruo pushed him away.

If she did not get up soon, Yao Tiao was going to get anxious from waiting.

The man's lips curled into a smile. "Okay."