Bai Tang was so excited that she jumped out of Leng Zimo's arms and swore: "What I said is true. I didn't mean to deceive you at all. I promise you that I will do it on the night of our wedding at the latest."
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"Ah?" Leng Zimo was stunned. Then he burst out laughing.
Bai Tang still raised his hand to his ear in a daze, blinked his big eyes, and asked nervously, "What's wrong, Zimo, I'm serious."
Leng Zimo put his hands on her shoulders and asked seriously, "Do you know when we are going to get married?"
"Ah? I don't know?" Baitang shook his head.
The word marriage seems to be far away for her. She said with certainty that she has never considered this issue, nor has she thought about getting married before she is a few years old.
So when Leng Zimo suddenly asked her this question, she was confused.
"I don't know, so you still said, fool, aren't you deceiving me?" Leng Zimo deliberately teased her.
"Ah? Is it that serious?" Bai Tang seriously recalled what he had just said.
He lowered his head in shame and said, "I was wrong."
Leng Zimo laughed and said, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, otherwise someone will start belittling us miserable men again."
Bai Tang bit her lower lip and said with a green smile, "How about I try to shorten the time to the night of our engagement?"
"Okay, we'll get engaged tomorrow." Leng Zimo responded happily and deliberately.
"Ah, it can't be so fast?" Bai Tang was shocked and couldn't believe it.
"Is it soon? Getting engaged is an easy thing, isn't it?" Leng Zimo responded deliberately.
"But, but..." Baitang lowered his head sadly.
"Hey, are you trying to use the excuse that you're not ready yet?" Leng Zimo hooked his hand on her chin, raised it, and waited affectionately for her answer.
Baitang felt ashamed that her thoughts had been guessed, so she turned her face away and did not dare to look directly at him.
Leng Zimo chuckled, "Did I guess it?"
Bai Tang nodded shyly and responded in a low voice: "Yes."
Looking at her little girly look, Leng Zimo was so happy that he lightly scratched the tip of her nose and said softly: "Fool, I'm just teasing you. Do you think I'm really that hungry? What if I'm really that hungry?"
If you were thirsty, would you still be single now?"
When his hand touched the tip of her nose, Bai Tang shrank her neck so greenly, then she stuck out her tongue playfully and complained: "You are so naughty."
Only then did Bai Tang realize that falling in love is such a happy feeling.
She took the initiative to bury her head in his arms, feeling his body temperature and strong heartbeat.
He murmured: "Zimo, tell me this is true?"
Leng Zimo gently stroked her hair and said with a gentle smile: "Fool, what is real or fake?"
Bai Tang responded: "I always feel that happiness comes so quickly."
"Isn't it going to be good soon?" Leng Zimo asked.
"It was so fast that I was a little caught off guard." Bai Tang responded with a sad tone.
"Then learn to adapt slowly." Leng Zimo responded.
"Well, okay, I'll listen to you." Baitang responded obediently.
Leng Zimo gently stroked her cheek.
What made him feel depressed at this moment was that the golden gun under his body was eager to move, and he was not physically satisfied. This really made him feel deeply painful.