"Yao will not lose!" Su Rong stared at Ye Chu and said, "they can't win or marry me!"

hearing Su Rong's confident words, ye Chu could not deny: "maybe! But who is the first in the contest? Who are you going to marry? "

"nonsense!" Su Rong's face is red, and her cheeks are faint, just like peach blossoms, very charming and moving.

"Su Xiaorong, did anyone tell you that you are much more beautiful when you are shy than when you are cold?" Ye Chu stares at Su Rong. "I'd like to pick some peach flowers to compare with you. Who is more charming?"

“……” Su Rong turns her...