Qin Qingnan carried Lin Ziran into the room, holding her waist tightly, his voice tense, "Lin Ziran," he solemnly called her name, "Say what you just said again."
Having already said it twice, Lin Ziran was a bit haughty, she pouted and turned her head, "Forget it if you didn't hear it."
"Tsk!" Qin Qingnan clicked his tongue forcefully, turning her little chin so they were eye to eye, "You just said you were willing to marry me again, right?"
Lin Ziran looked at him and felt like laughing, stubbornly refusing to speak, even feeling an urge to laugh.
Qin Qingnan pinched her waist hard, "Speak!"
Lin Ziran suddenly laughed, "Yes, I just said I'm willing to marry you again."
Qin Qingnan's eyes suddenly lit up as if filled with stars, his whole being radiated a certain brilliance, he held Lin Ziran tightly in his arms, with such force as if to meld her into his body, to become one, never to part again.
Lin Ziran felt the pressure painfully, furrowing her brows slightly.
