Under the sunset, the man's posture was like a pine tree, with a jade-like face, exuding an aura of natural allure.
Ning Ruixin suddenly felt that this pretty boy surprisingly had a certain masculine charm.
Tch… it must be her illusion.
"Why aren't you speaking?" She raised an eyebrow, "If there's nothing, I'll go back and rest."
Shen Qiao'an then slowly walked towards her, quickly standing right in front of her.
Ning Ruixin felt a bit of resistance growing in her heart.
She was already quite tall, at 1.75 meters, but this pretty boy… well, this pretty boy was still taller than her by a fair margin.
In her memory, Shen Qiao'an had always been indifferent to her. During their few dates, he deliberately kept his distance, and they had never been this close before.
Ning Ruixin tugged at the corner of her mouth: "What do you want to say?"
"Are you happy?" Shen Qiao'an suddenly chuckled softly, "We're finally getting married, my fiancée."
