Popsicle

Then, she glanced at Shen Fanxing, who looked calm. Her fair face was filled with frustration.

"You're… cold and boring. You're exactly the same as my fiancé!"

Shen Fanxing had no choice but to say,

"Congratulations on becoming our Chinese wife."

Annie blushed and glanced at Shen Fanxing before moving closer to her.

"Speaking of which… you seem to be a little like my fiancé…"

Shen Fanxing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She had heard such words the most today.

"Annique."

A deep and cold voice sounded.

Shen Fanxing could clearly see the frozen expression on An Nike's beautiful and adorable face.

Then, she slowly retracted her body and stood there. She muttered softly, "Stupid ice!"

"What are you doing?" His voice was cold and he spoke standard Mandarin.

"What can I do? Do you always think that I'm up to no good?"

"Aren't you?"

"You… you b*tch!"