"When you officially marry me, that's when the limit will be removed." Ling Yin smiled, gently wrapping his arms around him and pecking him lightly on the lips. "I'm already eager to marry you."
"It's to marry me!" Hua Hua persistently corrected him, then thought for a moment, "What's the limit you set for me? If it's too little, I'll just return the ring to you and go find a wealthier guy who is willing to spend money on me!"
"Ten million per month, is that enough?" Ling Yin pondered seriously.
Hua Hua was so happy he almost jumped up, laughed, and pecked his face fiercely. How could he possibly resist the temptation of money?
He already teasingly lifted Ling Yin's chin and then gently held his face with both hands, "Sir, how do you want me to dedicate myself? Rest assured, there's nothing I can't do as long as you say it. Satisfaction guaranteed. I'm just a little slave to money, a little, little slave..."
"How about a heart dedication?"
