"Will you marry me, baby?"
He gazed at her passionately, holding her hand and kissing it.
Chenxing's heart skipped distinctly in that instant.
She blinked, thinking she had misheard, but as he spoke again, her heartbeat quickened. She looked up, her gentle, water-like eyes caressing his face as she asked, "Are you proposing to me?"
"Yes, will you?"
"But..."
"What?"
"Where's the ring? Isn't this proposal a bit plain? Just one sentence?"
Gu Shaocheng suddenly realized and burst out laughing, pinching her face, "How many people are dying to marry me? A single glance from me, and women throw themselves at me. I gave you a sentence, and you dare to criticize?"
"What the heck." Chenxing felt sweet inside but feigned indifference, "This doesn't seem very thoughtful."
She frantically searched him, ultimately sighing in dismay, "Did you really not prepare a ring?"
"No ring, nothing else, will you marry me?"
