Shen Yong was worried that there might be people passing by at any time. It was not a suitable place. Therefore, he did not proceed to the next step. Taking a deep breath, he held Sun Qinglian in his arms and said in a low voice, "Don't worry. As long as you're obedient, I won't leave you."
"I'll be obedient," Sun Qinglian's eyelashes were still stained with sparkling tears. She nodded obediently like a little kitten and kissed Shen Yong's neck and Adam's apple. Feeling wronged, she asked, "Brother Yong, are you going to marry Qiao Qing?" Her eyes reddened again, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
She sobbed. "I, I'm not jealous. It's just that I've always dreamed of being your bride. I'm a little sad that I can't marry you. That's all." After saying that, she stretched out her index finger and thumb and made a small distance, looking pitiful and cute.