The man stared at her unblinkingly, and instead of answering Lu Xiaoyou's words, he simply asked:
"Will you stay by my side?"
"Lu Xiaoyou, do you want to be my wife?"
He asked very seriously, his gaze deep and focused.
The man's voice finally carried some tenderness, as if he was presenting his true heart to her. If she wanted it, she could take it.
If she didn't want it, she could just wave her hand and let that true heart fall to the ground.
The warm sunlight streamed in from outside the window, casting on Long Xiliang's shoulders and Lu Xiaoyou's beautiful face.
She beckoned to the man with her finger.
The man left the backrest of the chair and leaned forward.
Lu Xiaoyou leaned forward too, hooking his chin with a finger.
Her sweet breath fell on the man's nose, and her enchanting face magnified in his line of sight.
She was in a commanding position, as if she were a queen, and he a subject who only bowed to Lu Xiaoyou.
