"I have to take responsibility for you," Wang Ye declared with a serious face.
"Ah, no, you have to take responsibility for me."
Lan Diewu: "Ah?"
She just wanted to express her feelings, but who would have thought that in the end, she would be so confused and somewhat reluctantly, she lost her...
Wang Ye, holding tightly to the slim waist of the Minren Clan that didn't have an ounce of extra fat: "The Primordial Human Race has a tradition."
"What?" Lan Diewu was still a bit dazed.
"When marrying a wife, if the woman has a twin sister, you must marry both," Wang Ye said earnestly. "Now that we're together, I must take up this responsibility."
Lan Diewu was astonished: "Really?"
"Yes," Wang Ye said seriously. "Because twins look so similar, it's easy to mistake one for the other. To avoid any unethical situations, our ancestors settled on this rule."
"Don't worry, I will treat Xiao Ying equally well."
Lan Diewu was bewildered for a moment.