Song Qingyang furrowed his brows: "Do you think I would believe everything you say is sincere?"
"Why not believe?" Yu Dou smiled: "Miss Song, we've been engaged for over a year. Although we haven't had much contact, our occasional interactions have been quite pleasant.
Miss Song has feelings for someone else, temporarily doesn't like me, which is fine because I truly believe in what the famous female writer Zhang Ailing said: The path to a woman's soul's depths is through sex...
Perhaps Miss Song, temporarily, doesn't quite like me, whereas I seem to be only in the stage of being infatuated with Miss Song's body...
But Miss Song should see that I am a person who is decent, has the ability to earn money, doesn't like nosy affairs, and wouldn't mind Miss Song holding someone else in her heart...
Most importantly, our physical harmony is enough to form a good marriage relationship, doesn't Miss Song think so?"
Song Qingyang bit her lip, momentarily unsure of what to say.
