The two of them said thank you, left the small restaurant, and returned to the hotel.
An Xiaoyu opened the gift box and found a wheat-shaped keychain inside, with the letters "love" engraved on the back.
This gift made her heart feel especially warm.
An Xiaoyu placed the keychain on her finger, turned it around, and smiled at Shen Yufeng, saying, "Look, now love is in my hands."
Shen Yufeng suddenly pounced on An Xiaoyu, his body tipping over as he pressed her down onto the sofa, saying, "Honey, now, love is in my arms."
An Xiaoyu blushed, recalling what Shen Yufeng had said at the dinner table before, and she reached out to hook his neck, smiling as she asked:
"Honey, am I your wheat?"
Shen Yufeng smiled, his dark eyes clear yet so deep, like a bottomless pool, as if they could swallow one's soul.
A low and husky voice echoed into An Xiaoyu's ears.
"Yes, of course, the largest, fullest wheat!"
