Jiang Baizhou pressed his lips into a straight line, pondering for a moment, a hint of deep meaning flickering in his eyes. His cool lips lightly moved, emitting a sexy and rich bass: "After the movie, let's stop by the bookstore to have a custom tag made."
"A tag?" Cen Jin looked at him in confusion, completely unsure of what he was talking about. She leaned closer and whispered, "What kind of tag, and what for?"
"A tag that says 'Taken,' to stick on you." Jiang Baizhou gave a soft hum. It wasn't hard to detect a trace of resentment and a bit of proud displeasure in his voice: "To stick on you."
Cen Jin was speechless, with three black lines falling beside her forehead. From his simple four-word phrase, she detected an undercurrent of jealousy.
"Alright! Then when we have yours made, let's get one for you too."
"Hmm?"
