"This isn't just so everything goes without a hitch," Tang Nan said with a serious expression, looking at Qin Yiyi. "It's also to prepare for our future wedding."
Qin Yiyi's face instantly turned red, and she pushed him away, saying, "Our future what wedding, who said I'm going to marry you??"
"You don't want to marry me??" Tang Nan didn't step back but instead pulled Qin Yiyi forcefully into his embrace. He lowered his head, his forehead resting against hers, eyes gazing into hers, nose tip to nose tip, pronouncing each word deliberately, "If that's the case, then I can only continue to work hard to feed you until you get fatter, fat enough that no one else wants you, and then you'll be mine."
"Get away from me!" Qin Yiyi couldn't help but laugh a little at his words, then defiantly said, "You think you're raising a pig."
