"Seven kinds only! You're still three short! If the groom can't name them, this door stays shut!" Bai Shasha covered her mouth and giggled.
Xu Er and Long Wu's groomsmen squad behind them were frantic, but the key was—everything they could say, he'd already said!
Amid the noisy chatter outside, Leng Mochen's cool voice rang out: "I love you!" (Nanchang dialect)
The folks in the hallway froze—dialects count too?
Why didn't anyone say so earlier? They could've rattled off a few tokens themselves!
"I love ya!" (Sichuan dialect)
"Pfft!"
"Haha!"
"Leng Er! You're really putting your all into this!"
"..."
Everyone inside and out of the door was laughing hard—the ever-dignified Leng Er wasn't holding back when it came to dialects!
Li Si was laughing so hard tears were nearing the brink, but she immediately tilted her head upward and held back—otherwise, she'd have to redo her makeup!
"Still… still one last one!" Bai Shasha held back her laughter but relentlessly shouted.
