"Sweetheart? Mind the semantics. I was mocking you, not fretting over your well-being." Xia Lihua scoffed, folding her arms with a haughty air. "You call me 'sweetheart' again and I just might lose my appetite."
Yang Lingyun didn't argue. This was the most talkative Xia Lihua had been with him.
Usually she wasn't this chatty. She would rather not open her mouth in front him if at all or acknowledge his presence if she could. But if she was willing to talk and her playfully barbed words suggested she might actually be in a good mood.
He smiled to himself and stood up walking around the table over to Xia Lihua.
Smiling faintly to himself, he stood up and walked around the table toward her.
Xia Lihua frowned, blinking in confusion as Yang Lingyun closed the distance between them. His closeness felt suffocating, unnervingly intimate.
What was he doing?
Yang Lingyun reached into his pocket, taking something out and held it out to Xia Lihua
It was a small velvet ring box.
