Dong Xiaolu laughed at him, saying that he was a grown man who complained about being tired after shopping for a while and buying gifts, and that he was pathetic.
Han Ming had no choice but to explain that this was a common problem for men; shopping malls were probably the biggest torture for men.
Unless he lies to his girlfriend before marriage, he'll reluctantly help carry all the bags.
Most married men refuse to go shopping with their wives.
Dong Xiaolu was displeased upon hearing this and said coquettishly that they weren't even married yet, and she was already complaining about how tiring it was to buy small gifts. She wondered how Han Ming would care about her after they got married.
When Han Ming saw his girlfriend acting coquettishly, he immediately changed his tune, slyly coaxing the girl by saying that he, Han Ming, was one of the few remaining out of eight or nine out of ten.
After getting married, he always granted his wife's requests and was absolutely obedient to her arrangements.
"Forget shopping, I'd even carry my wife up a mountain!" These words made Dong Xiaolu burst into laughter.
"Who said they wanted to marry you? Dream on."
Dong Xiaolu said coquettishly.
"Oh, so you're still trying to renege on your promise? I don't know who said it earlier, but after we get married, we'll go shopping and stuff."
Han Ming joked.
"No, no, you're hallucinating."
Dong Xiaolu covered her ears and acted like a spoiled child.
"Alright, alright, we're an old married couple, don't be shy."
Han Ming teased his girlfriend mischievously, wrapping his arms around Dong Xiaolu's slender waist and bringing his lips close to hers.
"Who said we're an old married couple? You scoundrel, aren't you ashamed?"
Dong Xiaolu didn't buy it.
Seeing his girlfriend shaking her head to stop him from kissing her, Han Ming simply said:
"Last time it wasn't like that. You touched and looked at her, but we're still an old married couple!"
"Hey, you pervert, shameless man, let me go!"
Dong Xiaolu pretended to struggle and resist, but her sheep-like strength was no match for Han Ming. Her resistance was too weak, and the suppression was too fierce. Before long, the two were kissing again.
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