"Not speaking doesn't mean you guessed correctly, it means you guessed wrong," Tong Ran rolled her eyes, her little face itchy from his rubbing, so she deliberately turned her face to the side, "Support me for a lifetime, how do you plan to do that? You think I'm going to live with you and your wife?!"
What, like raising me like a pet pig?!
She refuses!
"Wife?" Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes and annoyingly turned her face back towards him, "Tong Ran, are you indirectly begging me to marry you this time?"
"..."
Great.
He had once again successfully distorted her meaning.
Tong Ran was utterly defeated by his narcissism, and she frowned unwillingly, "Mo Nanjue, even if I begged you to marry me, do you really think you would?"
She didn't believe he would marry someone with a half-disabled left hand, not to mention an ordinary person like her!