Wen Jiaren felt the warmth on her forehead, her lips curving upwards slightly, "Mm, never leaving again."
At that moment, she felt an unusual surge within her heart, and a taste of blood in her throat—but it didn't hurt much because she had taken a Pain Relieving Pill in advance.
"Hehe."
Mu Qian chuckled, his laughter sounding a bit foolish to her, yet irresistibly charming.
Then he took her hand into his, and, as if in silent agreement, she opened her palm. He picked up the phoenix ring, lifted her right hand, and slid the ring onto her ring finger, grinning like a big boy, "Caught you—now you can't run away."
Wen Jiaren played along with a smile, "Mm, I've been caught by you, can't run away now."
The size of the phoenix ring fit perfectly on her ring finger. In the round and bright moonlight, the red gemstone on the ring appeared especially mysterious and beautiful.
Mu Qian said, "Your turn."
