Qin Lu's fingertips lightly brushed against her cheek in a suggestive manner. He lowered his gaze, reflecting the girl's bewildered and innocent expression, then chuckled softly.
"These three words, it's not suitable to say them now. I hope, in the future, I can hear you say them to me in person," he said.
As she thought about the three words Qin Lu wanted her to say, Yanyan realized which three they were. Her cheeks began to flush slightly, but fortunately, it was nighttime, and he couldn't see her blush.
Qin Lu had no intention of making her uncomfortable. After all, he had prepared this fireworks display to make her happy.
Yanyan raised her head, gazing at the brilliant sky, and it felt like all her worries had vanished in that moment.
Qin Lu stood by her side.
She looked at the sky, and he looked at her...
They returned to the old mansion from the outskirts, and it was exactly 10:59 PM.
One minute short of eleven.
