Actually, Duan Xingzhi especially liked Bai Zhi like this—soft and pliant, like a little kitten he wanted to tuck into his pocket and carry around with him.
No one would disturb them here, so they weren't afraid of doing anything they wanted.
Duan Xingzhi sat on the sofa, and Bai Zhi sat on his lap, babbling all sorts of nonsense.
"Xiao Bai, today's our engagement day. Don't you want to say something to me?"
Bai Zhi leaned on his shoulder and scrunched her brows. "Say what?"
"Like, how are you feeling right now?" Duan Xingzhi coaxed her step by step.
"Very happy, of course. We're engaged—how could I not be happy." Bai Zhi straightened up a little, pecked his lips, then asked in a daze, "Don't tell me you're not happy?"
"I'm happy, of course I'm very happy." Afraid she might slip, Duan Xingzhi quickly held her tighter. "Since you're happy, don't you want to say something to me? Like that you like me, love me, that sort of thing?"
