So... When Are We Going to Get Married?

Natasha thought about it and knew Christin would really do as he said he would. Then, she immediately laughed and said, "How could that ever happen? You have to be more confident in yourself!" Christin was satisfied as his conflicted gaze swept over her, scaring Natasha a little. "It's hard to tell. I think there are still many who want you. After all, you have long legs..." There must be men who liked long-legged girls like him. Natasha thought to herself, "You're so obsessed with my legs. Are my long legs the only asset I have? Can you not see that I have such a beautiful face!" Natasha looked at Christin with displeasure as she leaned back. "That's enough! I don't care about what you think. I'm not in the mood to get married and have children now, so you'd better not do anything behind my back." Christin was sad to hear that. He then pressed her down on the bed and kissed her fiercely. After he was satisfied from kissing her, he let go of her and said, "Eventually, I'll make you beg