After speaking, Jiang Xiaoran was a little frustrated again.

"But what's the use of just thinking about it? Yinxiang has already made a decision. Am I going to force her for my own choice?"

Ye Siming snorted: "To love someone, you must give up your instincts and thoughts, and then love her based on the premise of respecting her."

"Otherwise, forced to come, what is love?"

"Jiang Xiaoran, use your brain, you will fight with me, and now you have gained fame, which is an opportunity in itself."

Jiang Xiaoran was stunned: "Chance?"

Ye Siming didn't want to answer, let him think for himself, then stood up, picked up the iron **** again and got busy.

Jiang Xiaoran raised his head, his expression softened a lot, as if he gradually became rational.

"If you were me, and the princess wanted to marry someone else, what would you do?"

Ye Siming's digging action paused.

The moment he raised his thin eyes and looked at Jiang Xiaoran, there was obviously a flash of malicious intent in his eyes.

Obviously, this question alone made Ye Siming unhappy.

However, he still thought about it seriously.

"Following my inner choice means that I will always love her; but respect means I will understand her choice." Ye Siming said.

His voice was melodious and cold, with the unique quietness of a young man.

"If Gu Nuo'er doesn't choose me, I respect her wishes, but it doesn't affect my continuing to love her."

"I will wait, and I will spare no effort to continue to take care of her, even if she doesn't need it. When the person next to her leaves, I will tell her my heart again."

Jiang Xiaoran was ecstatic when he heard it.

He seemed a little unbelievable.

"It's really surprising." Jiang Xiaoran's eyes widened.

Ye Siming glanced at him: "What are you surprised about?"

"I'm surprised you would say that. With your character, I thought you would kill the man the princess chose first."

After all, this is in line with Ye Siming's ruthless personality.

Hearing Jiang Xiaoran say this, Ye Siming suddenly laughed.

The young man raised his head, looking leisurely and lazy, but with a proud look that could not be ignored.

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "Who said I didn't think about it like that? Hands-on is the most direct and easiest way to deal with it."

"But, you can't do this. As I just said, you must restrain your nature."

Killing doesn't work.

"Once you do it, maybe she will hate you, which is more difficult to solve than making her love you."

"I don't want her to cry, and I don't want our relationship to come this far, so I'd rather be patient, even if it takes a long time to wait until she has a place for me by her side."

Jiang Xiaoran couldn't help standing up.

He walked to Ye Siming's side, the sadness and depression on his face had disappeared.

Instead, it is a faint meaning of gossip.

Jiang Xiaoran raised his eyebrows: "Si Ming, you have never met other women, how can you know so much about love?"

Ye Siming gave him a cold look, and seemed to dislike the smell of alcohol on Jiang Xiaoran.

He threw the iron **** in his hand into Jiang Xiaoran's hand.

"Being with Gu Nuo'er for so long, she has taught me a lot."

It was she who made Ye Si clearly understand what it was like to love someone.

And, I would rather be a rational and honest person for her.

Jiang Xiaoran held the iron spade, leaned his head on the wooden handle, and looked at Ye Siming madly.

When he mentioned the princess, the love in his eyes was really strong.

Jiang Xiaoran sighed in his heart.

It's a role model for my generation of infatuation!

Seeing Jiang Xiaoran not moving, Ye Siming glanced over coldly: "What are you doing, hurry up."