Han Zhuoling chuckled. He lowered his head to find her lips and kissed them. "I haven't had the time to pick a wedding ring for myself. After work tomorrow, we can go and pick one together."
"Mm!" Shi Xiaoya nodded solemnly.
Shi Xiaoya could already feel unbelievably happy just thinking about it, without Han Zhuoling even saying anything.
Who knew what she thought of, but she suddenly started laughing foolishly.
She lifted up her legs, dangling them in mid-air while burying her face in Han Zhuoling's arms and nudging him here and there.
Han Zhuoling's chest felt a little ticklish from her nudging, and this together with her breaths made Han Zhuoling unable to help but laugh.
"What are you thinking about like a silly girl on your own? You're even laughing foolishly." Han Zhuoling did not know at all how foolishly he was laughing right now.
If this happened in the past, how would he ask such a question?
