Smilingly asked, "Are you making up for a proposal?"
Her long hair, half-dry, draped over her shoulders, her brows and eyes delicate and beautiful, looked so pretty with her smiling eyes that someone would want to knock her over.
"Yes," Lu Huaian nodded, admitting it.
He took out a dark green brocade box from his pocket and opened it. Inside was a ring that had been empty for eight years, finally ready to slip on her finger.
Lu Xi saw the ring and felt utterly delighted inside.
She deliberately put her hand behind her back, "Even though we've already registered our marriage, you can't leave out a single word. All kinds of sweet talk should happen, the kind that would practically kill me with sweetness."
She was neither sleepy nor hungry anymore.
As she expected to hear the most beautiful sweet talk in the world, Lu Huaian's deep voice sounded, "Extend your hand."
Lu Xi: ???
Where's the sweet talk? The confession? The touching speech? The tears?
