Yu Xi turned to look at Jian Ci and froze. Jian Ci was already on his knees, a ring box open in his trembling hands. His face appeared calm, but the slight quiver of his fingers betrayed the storm inside him.
"Babe…" Yu Xi whispered, startled.
Jian Ci swallowed hard. "I… I—fuck. I have been rehearsing this moment for so long." He chuckled nervously, taking a steadying breath. His eyes lifted, shining with sincerity. "Little Xi, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me… please?"
Yu Xi didn't speak at first, caught in a daze. Jian Ci's heart pounded, and just as he opened his mouth to launch into the speech he had prepared to sell himself as a good husband, Yu Xi suddenly laughed.
Jian Ci's anxiety spiked. "What?"
Yu Xi grinned. "So that's what you have been secretive about."
"Yes," Jian Ci admitted quickly. "I wanted it to be perfect… So what do you say? Would you like to be my husband?"
