C447 The Onion Ring

Hao decisively took the green onion collar and knelt down on one knee. He pulled Tong Yaqing's hand and said, "Qinger!"

Tong Yaqing was chewing on the ribs and looking at him with her mouth full of oil droplets. The clear and handsome man said, "You, what are you doing?"

"Marry me!"

Marry him? How long have we been together? This progress is too fast!

"Hsin Hao