C50 Ambrosia

"Don't you want to marry me?" Xiao Xiao suddenly asked.

"Didn't I agree to marry you since I was young?" Mo Fanya answered lightly. Holding the goblet between her fingers, leaning her elbow on the white railing, she placed the hanging rattan branches in front of his face. Through the sparse rattan fields, she looked at his pure white face and suddenly began to worry about the gains and losses