Qin Yiren was tongue-tied listening to his sweet talk, turned her head to bury her face in the pillow, refusing to lift it no matter what.
In the past, when they were at school, she and Bo Jinghang were in the early stages of their relationship, maintaining a flirtation with just holding hands and exchanging knowing smiles, with no chance to experience the different Bo Jinghang.
But now...
His kisses and words left her defenseless, deeply realizing the maturity gap that time had brought.
"Xiaoqian." Appreciating her shy reaction, Bo Jinghang had smiles in his eyes, playing with the ends of her hair with his fingertips: "About marriage, you must promise me to consider it seriously."
Qin Yiren lay on the pillow, her heart skipped a beat.
She slightly turned her face to look at the serious man, showing a troubled expression: "But my current situation..."
"I understand."
