"I'll raise the child and take responsibility for you."
Fu Ying: "But, I can't marry you yet."
"I can't wait anymore," Shen Liguang looked at the white moonlight outside, his voice low.
"Ah?"
"I can't wait until you turn twenty."
Fu Ying slightly curled her lips: "It will be soon, I'm already nineteen."
"I'm getting old, I can't wait any longer."
Fu Ying frowned: "Brother, you're not old at all."
Unable to resist a laugh, Shen Liguang playfully asked, "Isn't brother quite impressive?"
Fu Ying blushed.
Over the phone, the person continued to ask, "How was brother's performance that night?"
Fu Ying bit her lip, feeling ashamed.
How could he ask such an embarrassing question so casually, and still persistently waited for her answer.
"Why aren't you speaking?"
Fu Ying took a deep breath, never expecting him to be so frivolous.
"Brother, be serious, I have something to tell you."
"Okay, tell me, I'm listening."
