Dudu looked at the ring on her hand, eyes brimming with tears but smiling. She grasped the ring tightly in her palm and looked up at him, "Where's yours?"
"Mine? You have to prepare that for me."
"Hmph, I know this is a couple's ring."
He curled his lips into a smile, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a ring box, handing it to her, then extended his hand before her.
Dudu pouted, reluctantly took his hand, and slipped the ring onto his ring finger. Just as she was about to pull her hand back, he grabbed it forcefully, "Once you wear the ring, you're mine."
"You're mine!"
"Oh dear, we need to pick a date for the wedding," An'an walked over and teased with a smile.
Dudu said, "I haven't said I would marry him yet!"
Shen Yiran pinched her chin and turned her head to face him, asking seriously, "Then who do you want to marry?"
