It Was Clearly Me Who Was Being Held in Your Hands

When Gu Ruoyun said this, her voice was so low and hoarse that it sounded like there was sand rolling down her throat, giving off an inexplicable feeling of chills down her spine.

Su Mingyu couldn't help but shiver, and immediately raised three of her fingers, "It's not like I don't want to marry! Really! "I swear!"

Seeing that she was so sincere, Gu Ruoyun's tone softened a little: "Then why are you looking at me like that?"

Su Mingyu rubbed her nose and looked at Gu Ruoyun a little awkwardly: "I can tell you, but you're not allowed to be angry."

"Whether you're angry or not depends on your answer." Gu Ruoyun clearly didn't have any intention of backing down.

Then he would definitely be angry.

Su Mingyu silently sighed in her heart, "I'm just used to it, suddenly wanting me to marry someone else and live with someone else, I'm still a little … …" "I'm not used to it."