บท 137: PROPOSAL

"Aish, Baobao, even if you propose here, I wouldn't mind at all. Because what I want is you, to have you again, Yang Menghuo."

Meng Bao was speechless after I said that. He kept staring at me, and slowly, tears trickled down on his cheeks. 

"W—Whoa, Meng Bao?! Why are you crying?" I asked. I pulled some tissue and wiped the tears on his cheeks. "Aish, Baobao, you're already twenty-five years old, but you still cry like a little baby. You're crying in front of your Jiejie as well. How could I marry a crybaby like you?"

"Wuwuwuwu… Jiejie, I'm just so happy. I'm too happy that I couldn't hold my tears ah. Wuwuwuwu…." Meng Bao grabbed the tissue from my hand and wiped his snot. He was really crying ugly at this point, no more handsome Bao.

Just crybaby Bao who looked so happy and relieved.