Propose Marriage

Yang Hongling's hair stood on end. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she suddenly raised her head. Her beautiful gem-like eyes widened. She pointed at it angrily and gritted her teeth." Say it again!"

" Half a month!" Little Four instinctively took a step back. He remembered that tonight was the big day of Qing Lin's marriage proposal. His courage returned.

"Say something practical!"

"Thirty meals!"

Yang Hongling pretended to come down and deal with it.

"Ten meals will do, right?" Little Four changed his words again.

She looked at Qing Lin pitifully.

"Can't you let the beast be happy with you?"

Yang Hongling buried her head in his back again, as if she had done nothing.

"Alright!" Zhang Ronghua agreed with a smile.

"???"Little Four was confused.

He wondered if he had heard wrongly. Did he agree just like that? The beast's eyes were moving. Was it going to be less? The words had already been spoken, and it was too late to change them.