Han Luoli forcefully endured the girl's pounding, feeling both distressed and stifled.
Damn it, he was just one step away, just one night away.
How did it suddenly turn out like this?
Who the hell was it that disrupted his plans!
The man grabbed the emotionally agitated girl, his large palm gently wiping her tears, his voice tender, "Xiao Er, Xiao Er, what are you actually angry about? Don't you want to marry me?"
"I..." Gu Xiaoer paused, and another large tear uncontrollably rolled down.
What was she angry about? She wanted to marry him too, didn't she?
But...
Han Luoli gently pulled the girl into his embrace, rubbing her into his chest, his voice so tender and yet with a beguiling undertone, "Xiao Er, we love each other, we even have a childhood betrothal, why can't we get our marriage certificate?"
Like brainwashing, the man began forcefully whitewashing himself.
