As he spoke, he put his arm around Qiao Xi's waist, approached her cheek, and looked at her gently.
"You know what, I am such a lucky guy. I didn't expect to have such a good girlfriend for the first time I fell in love. In the future, you will definitely be a very frugal housekeeper."
Qiao Xi blushed.
She slapped away Fu Qingyu's hands on her waist and stepped back with the chair. With a bang, she leaned against the wall and said, "I didn't say I'll marry you. What are you talking about?"
"Fu Qingyu, you are becoming more and more thick-skinned."
"When I first met you, you were not like this. Now you can't hide your intentions, huh? Restrain yourself."
"Thick-skinned?" Fu Qingyu shrugged his shoulders.
The next second, he slid the chair and got close to her. He put his hands on her ears and fixed her, making a sitting kabedon.
Fu Qingyu leaned forward to get close to Qiao Xi, and his mouth got close to her ear.
"It doesn't matter. What matters is that I want my wife."