Feeling the warmth of Ling Tianyou's arm, Gu Ningyue's face seemed to grow two degrees hotter.
"When shall we go pick up Qianqian?" After a while, Gu Ningyue softly asked.
Ling Tianyou chuckled, "Anytime, you decide."
As he spoke, Ling Tianyou suddenly bent down and rubbed her face.
His chin was unshaven, with some fine stubble, which made Gu Ningyue feel a bit ticklish, unable to suppress a slight smile at the corner of her mouth: "What are you doing? It tickles."
Ling Tianyou smiled lightly, "We're getting engaged next month, are you looking forward to it? You'll soon be the rightful Young Madam of the Ling Family."
His voice was magnetic, and Gu Ningyue's heartbeat accelerated, yet she still tried to remain calm: "It's just an engagement, not a wedding, no big deal!"
