Lu Qing said calmly. He took a few steps, grabbed the velvet box containing the necklace, took it out, and walked over to Qin Miaomiao.
"Miaomiao, do you like this necklace?"
Qin Miaomiao shivered at his words, her skin prickling with goosebumps. Still, she forced herself to nod, even squeezing out a smile.
"Let me put it on for you."
He spoke, his tall frame towering over hers, as Qin Miaomiao was half a head shorter than him. The cold diamond necklace pressed against her neck as his broad fingers brushed her skin and secured the clasp.
His proximity was suffocating, making her body involuntarily tense with nervousness.
Did he really have to act this devoted just to back her up?
Couldn't he see his younger sister was practically cracking with jealousy?
And his soon-to-be mother-in-law—even with a face that seemed like she'd swallowed a fly, she still looked thoroughly displeased.
