What did he say?
Wifey, it's time to hold our wedding?
Lu Shaoming looked at the girl's confused expression. He raised his hand and rubbed her hair. "Why? Don't you want to walk down the aisle with me and wear your wedding dress?"
Ning Qing's dainty eyes rippled with joy as she embraced the glazed book he'd just given her. She kept nodding like a woodpecker — yes, yes, yes!
Lu Shaoming laughed and pretended to think. "Hmm, let's not have a wedding. Didn't someone just say she doesn't like me?"
"No, I like, Lu Shaoming! I like you." Ning Qing tried to explain. Her autumn pupils were bright as she went near him and kissed him again.
