…future…
…ture…
…ture…
The trees rustled and bounced the echo back. Luo Gengxin was breathing heavily as if he had just run a marathon. By his side, Zhan Yi was groaning with his face buried into his palms whilst Luo Gengren was doubling over with laughter.
Lu Yizhou… Lu Yizhou was pinching his brows out of exasperation. Where the hell did this question come from? Young Lady Ling… wasn't that the female protagonist, Ling Chuwei? Don't tell him that his identity in this world was her betrothed. His head suddenly pounded with an oncoming headache.
[666: Don't worry, Host, you aren't engaged to her or anything! But you know, Host, actually Sect Leader Ling has always gone around saying that you're the ideal son-in-law for him. Maybe that's why…]
"I am not." Lu Yizhou exhaled with blatant frustration. "And I will not marry her in the future. Is that clear?"
