Fu Xiyao found a ring in his pocket.
Although she didn’t see it, she could feel it.
Fu Xiyao looked at him with her sparkling eyes and said, “Although... Although today is my 18th birthday, you’ve already given me two gifts. Do you really... still want to give me a gift?”
Ling Limu’s dark eyes sparkled with tenderness. He held her little hand tightly and asked in a low voice, “Then do you want this gift?”
Fu Xiyao blinked her long and slender eyes. “But... I don’t know what you mean by giving me this gift. Are you giving it to me to make me happy, or...”
“Yaoyao, let’s get married.”
Ling limu whispered.
Fu Xiyao’s bright pupils suddenly shrank, and she stammered, “Are... Are you serious?”
Ling limu reached out two big hands to hold her beautiful little face. “Yaoyao, I must be very despicable and Shameless, right?”
