After hearing Qin Wanting's words, Li Xiaoqiang couldn't stop grinning, and he exclaimed, "If we could have some sorghum wine right now and a little drink, life would be perfect, and I'd die with no regrets."
Qin Wanting's arms were tightly wrapped around Li Xiaoqiang.
Li Xiaoqiang, his eyes flickering, said, "Ting, didn't I just say, I, Old Li, am going to take you flying, are you ready?"
"Ah~~~" Qin Wanting screamed when she heard Li Xiaoqiang's words, terrified, she hugged Li Xiaoqiang tightly, not daring to open her eyes at all. Her soft curly hair, under the gentle assault of the breeze, fluttered with a unique beauty.
Qin Wanting, with her eyes closed, said, "Li Xiaoqiang, didn't you just say we'd take the slow lane? I said I love you so much it kills me! You're not keeping your word."
"Hehe." Li Xiaoqiang stuck out his tongue, licking his lips, "Ting, don't worry, it'll be fine."