Ning Zihan wore a sullen expression.
"However," An Baobei ignored his dark face, still smiling warmly, "I do like men like you."
Upon hearing this, Ning Zihan couldn't suppress the corner of his mouth from turning upwards.
"Also," An Baobei continued, "a proposal needs a ring and flowers. I haven't seen any ring or flowers from you. Next time you propose, don't be so perfunctory."
Ning Zihan hugged her waist, pulling her closer, and asked, "How many times do you want me to propose before you're willing to marry me? Tell me, so I have an idea."
An Baobei lifted her chin proudly, "I'm not telling you!"
Ning Zihan's eyes filled with indulgence and tolerance, "Seems like you're planning to marry me, just not agreeing now."
"Don't be so sharp! Every time! Can you give me some face?!" An Baobei glared at him, annoyed.
