One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Zhou Sinin asked the question, but there was no sign of the man moving.
She couldn't help but furrow her brows and tugged on Lu Jincheng's arm with one hand.
"Hey!"
"Someone just said there was a gift for me too..."
A probing tone, a voice growing deeper.
A girl experiencing her first romantic relationship is still constructing her understanding of intimacy.
Of course, she would look forward to small, ceremonious gifts and the omnipresent romantic surprises in everyday life.
But Zhou Sinin would not bring it up herself.
She never felt that during every festival, big or small, boys should give gifts, and it was natural for girls to accept this one-sided favor.
Thinking of her makes her boyfriend happy, and this makes her happy.
If not, it wouldn't affect her own sense of ceremony.
Who said that when a girl gives her boyfriend a gift, it doesn't count as a ceremony?
