"Xiao Xiao, this is not a dream."
Ah Cheng pulled out a red velvet jewelry box from his pocket, opened it in front of Zhai Xiao, and said with deep affection, "Xiao Xiao, although we haven't experienced the thrills of life, I am certain that my heart and my person belong to you alone."
"Xiao Xiao, I love you. Will you marry me?"
His voice carried a subtle, indistinguishable tremor, as Ah Cheng gazed passionately at Zhai Xiao and asked softly.
"Brother Ahcheng, I am willing."
Zhai Xiao replied tenderly, her eyes shimmering with tears.
Ah Cheng smiled brightly and placed the diamond ring from the jewelry box on Zhai Xiao's finger.
He stood up, pulled Zhai Xiao to her feet, and embraced her tightly, feeling that his heart, which had been tense for so long, was finally at ease.
Although he knew Zhai Xiao would certainly accept his proposal, these days just thinking about proposing made Ah Cheng's heart race uncontrollably.
