"Oh, my little darling has finally figured it out and knows what lovers are now?" Shen Fuguang teased.
Chang Le narrowed her eyes: "Yes, a boy said he likes me and wants to marry me when he grows up."
Shen Fuguang's face stiffened: "Who? Which pig... no, I mean, which brat?"
Chang Le turned her head away and ignored him.
Shen Fuguang hesitated, then withdrew his outstretched hand, scratching his head and making three hundred small movements in a minute. Finally, he gave up on coercion and enticement, and pitifully leaned closer.
"Sweetie, sweetie never hides anything from me, right? Just tell me, I promise, I won't do anything!"
"There's nothing you can do," Chang Le said calmly.
Shen Fuguang felt a heart attack.
Forcing a smile, he asked, "Come on, tell me, who is it?"
Chang Le looked at him and said, "You."
"..."
"Huh?"
Shen Fuguang was stunned.
Chang Le rolled her eyes: "You blacked out? The night before last you got drunk, ran into my room and threw away my rabbit, then squeezed into my bed."
Then she hugged my legs tightly and wouldn't let go, crying and saying things like, "Little sun," "Don't leave me," "I love you," "I'll marry you," and "You can't live without me," "You're so cute..." "Mmm!"
Shen Fuguang quickly covered her mouth, his face flushed but he pretended to be calm: "Cough cough cough, I misspoke while drunk, forget it immediately!"
Chang Le swatted away his dog paw and brought her face close to his: "Why did you forget? Don't you want me?"
"Bang!"
Shen Fuguang's heartbeat was so loud it drowned out the cicadas' chirping.
Chang Le quickly poked his Adam's apple: "You swallowed! You're feeling guilty, aren't you going to marry me?"
Shen Fuguang opened his mouth, then suddenly reached out and gently pushed her back: "You...you're wearing a little girl's face, how am I supposed to answer?"
"Oh, and now?"
Chang Le suddenly transformed, his appearance changing from a teenager to an eighteen or nineteen-year-old. With his suddenly enlarged body and shifted center of gravity, Chang Le pounced directly on Shen Fuguang.
Shen Fuguang leaned back, supporting his body, his nose almost touching Chang Le's nose, and he almost stopped breathing.
"And now, Fuguang, will you marry me?"
The two remained locked in a stalemate, their body heat seeping into each other, making the air feel pink and sticky.
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It's so rare, they actually gave me a piece of candy!
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