Lu Xiaoyou turned around, and as she moved her head, her cool and soft strands of hair slipped from Long Xiliang's palm.
She leaned over, placing her elbow on the man's broad shoulder.
"We're currently in a relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend, it's easy to break up. Hey, why did you suddenly ask me this question? Do you want to marry me?"
Lu Xiaoyou's voice was lively, she extended two fingers, gently flicking his forehead with her fingernail, with a look that questioned, "Is there something wrong with your brain?"
Long Xiliang's deep black eyes gazed unwaveringly at Lu Xiaoyou's face, his eyes like the night at Wucha Sea, so dark without a hint of light, making it impossible to discern his emotions.
"You know, I love you." The man's voice was so melodious, it was like a wave about to sweep her into his deep sea.
"For someone like you, loving someone and marrying someone aren't related." Lu Xiaoyou was very clear-headed.
