"We should exchange rings, but we didn't prepare any on such short notice, what should we do?"
"Then we'll owe it for now." He rubbed her face gently.
"No way." Ye Lu was stubborn; this was an important ceremony in life, a wedding ceremony that belonged only to the two of them. It couldn't be taken lightly. After thinking for a moment, her eyes suddenly lit up, "I've got it."
Third Young Master Jun was puzzled but saw her suddenly grab a few strands of hair and pull hard.
He hurried to stop her, but it was too late. Several strands of long black hair fell into his palm. He squinted his eyes in annoyance, touching the top of her head with distress, "Does it hurt, silly woman, what are you doing?"
"Quick, extend your hand." Ye Lu's eyes sparkled with excitement.
