"Don't rush." Dang Yang lowered his head to kiss An Yue and said indistinctly, "Let me prepare."
Proposing isn't something you do on a whim; it requires careful planning. He wasn't some clueless guy.
He wanted to give An Yue a romantic and unforgettable proposal.
An Yue's breathing quickened, her legs felt weak, and she grabbed the curtain behind her to steady herself, staring at the dark head in front of her chest, she gritted her teeth, "Don't get any ideas... Who's hinting for you to propose to me? Can't you see I'm accusing you of being improper? Ah..."
As she said this, she suddenly let out an involuntary cry, the sensation from her chest sending a shiver down her spine, making her legs even weaker, feeling she couldn't stand any longer.
Dang Yang held An Yue, pulled open the curtain, and pressed her against the glass.
Even though it was summer, the sudden contact with the cold glass made An Yue shiver all over, her skin breaking out in goosebumps.
