Qing Bei stopped her lively laugh and his delicate small face showed signs of being embarrassed. That let Qing Shui a little puzzled, because he knew the reason of it.
“Gege, he said again that he liked Lan Yan?” Qing Bei sighs. Qing Shui feels that the sigh of this small girl was quite funny. The people on the continent were relatively precocious because when you reach sixteen, it was possible to take a wife.