"No," I said shyly as I slowly got up and sat opposite her, "it's a very gentle young man..."

"Oh?" There was a fleeting forbearance in her eyes, but she still said with a smile, "that young man must be very nice to Xiaoming..."

"ha ha, isn't it..." I looked down. "He said he would marry me..."

"marry you?" I saw a slight quiver in her fingertips, apparently stimulated.

sure enough, what she likes is not Qin song, but, Mo Li, a woman, even if she is generous, would not like others to like the man she likes

"Yeah..." I nodded and went on, "he said he would tell my...