Be a Good Boy and Marry Me - Chapter 399 - 312 #MoShitingPostsOnWeibo#_2

Elara was not a nosy person, but something about her supposedly perfect boss helplessly weeping at night in an empty office triggered her curiosity.Mr. Terrence, her boss, was the ideal image of perfection: powerful, rich, and amiable. There had not been a single flaw in him until the day she saw the crack in his mask.Not only was he not the dominant figure she had assumed, but he was also clingy, sweet, and... wasn’t this the ideal puppy boyfriend?! How was this possible? Her boss was actually a secret softie!Follow Elara as she navigates the chaotic relationship with her 'perfect' boss, filled with nothing but surprises!

Prince Alexander Herald von Triesenberg was the fourth prince of the Empire of Triesenberg who was banished from the Empire of Triesenberg for the crime that he didn’t commit.On their way to the island where he would be banished, a powerful storm swept through and sank the ship. Alexander drowned and at the moment, he thought he died from drowning.However, when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the shore of a sandy beach and a floating interface before his eyes.

A Miao’s first impression on the male protagonist: a psycho and pervert who always attempts to make physical contact with her through unrighteous means.

Shen Xinglan’s first impression on the female protagonist: dunno.
A Miao, a street burgler, ran into Shen Xinglan, a billionaire in S City. Who would’ve thought that they would start a beautiful, romantic love story with ups and downs?

Shen Xinglan came back from a kill-training base on a distant island and started a successful career as a businessman. Along with numerous incredible helpers, can he manage to resist the plots and schemes against his enemies in his family? Does he have more secrets? What’s the untold stories of A Miao’s mysterious background?
Join their journey!

- Description from Novelupdates

The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.