Lei Yicheng took a deep breath, took a few large steps forward, crouched in front of Tang Yige, and stared intently at her, "Yige, I still don't quite understand, can you explain a bit more clearly?"
Lei Yicheng was tall and broad-shouldered, and even when crouching in front of Tang Yige, he looked like a fierce tiger.
Tang Yige looked at him calmly for a while, then frowned, "Weren't you just proposing to me?"
Lei Yicheng, "..."
"I think it's acceptable," Tang Yige said.
Lei Yicheng, "..." He must be dreaming!
Tang Yige stared at him for a while, then suddenly reached out, leaned forward, and hugged Lei Yicheng.
The fragrance of a woman invaded his senses like an intoxicating drug, and Lei Yicheng felt momentarily as if every hard bone in his body was turning soft and his breath was heavy.
The hands resting on his thighs became uncontrollably weak.
"Yicheng, if we get married, I can't give you children, I'm sorry," Tang Yige said in a husky, emotional voice.
