As the two of them answered their calls, their phones kept signaling that there were incoming calls.
In their ears, they were talking about when they were going to meet their parents, when they were going to get their marriage certificate, and when they were going to have a wedding. The messages were filled with their friends 'shock and well-wishes, and the number of messages was about to explode. It had only been a few minutes since the live broadcast ended, but the two of them were almost drowned in all kinds of questions.
Luo Qiao's scalp went numb as she looked at the vibrating phone. After Ming Siran hung up the call, he took the phone from her hand, turned it off, and put it aside, " "Let's sleep first, we'll talk tomorrow."
Luo Qiao shivered and glanced at him. She quickly nodded in agreement.
After that, Ming Siran went to take a shower. Luo Qiao lay on the bed, still feeling like she was in a dream.
She reached out and looked at the ring on her finger, but it didn't feel real.
Suddenly, she thought of something. She turned over and took out a spare phone from the drawer that no one knew about. She turned it on and went on Weibo.
She clicked on the live stream and watched Ming Siran's proposal again.
The moment the man knelt down on one knee, Luo Qiao's heart couldn't help but race. She hugged the blanket and rolled over on the bed, burying her head in the pillow.
Not long after, sounds came from the bathroom. Luo Qiao hurriedly hid her phone in the drawer, pulled the blanket up and covered herself from head to toe.
When Ming Siran came out of the shower and saw that she had covered herself up tightly, he asked, " "You're not bored?"
"No!" Luo Qiao replied.
After Ming Siran finished drying his hair, he put down the towel and sat down on the bed. He reached out to pull at the blanket covering her, but he couldn't pull it off. Luo Qiao was pulling on it tightly.
Ming Siran raised an eyebrow and reached his hand in to pinch the soft flesh on her waist. His slightly cold fingers touched her warm skin and Luo Qiao immediately let out a soft shriek and pulled the blanket away.
"Why did you pinch me!" She glared at him, but her eyes were very bright.
Ming Siran looked at her calmly, then as if he had discovered something, he said unhurriedly, " "Little sister Qiao Qiao, why is your face so red?"
Luo Qiao was lying on the bed, her hair slightly messy and her cheeks flushed red, as if reflecting the endless Spring.
He slowly leaned closer to her and said in a sexy voice, " "What are you thinking about?"
The man's eyes were lazy and handsome, like a demon.
Luo Qiao had wanted to pretend to be angry, but she couldn't hold it in. Her beautiful eyes curved into a smile, and the happiness that came from the bottom of her heart began to spread from the corners of her eyes and the tip of her brows.
Anyone could tell why she was happy.
Ming Siran's eyes darkened as he looked at her. His heart softened, and he leaned over to kiss her, his voice melodious."So happy? Hmm?"
it's alright, " Luo Qiao replied in a reserved manner. it's just average!
He chuckled and touched the hand that had put the ring on her. His finger stroked the ring and asked, " "Do you like it?"
Luo Qiao took the initiative to touch his hand and interlocked her fingers with his slender fingers. She looked into his peach blossom eyes and said softly, " She paused for a second and said, " "Because it was you who gave it to me."
The room was exceptionally quiet.
Ming Siran's Adam's apple bobbed. He looked at her for a few seconds, then lowered his head and slowly kissed her on the lips.
There was no lust in the kiss, only cherishing and loving. Ming Siran's movements were light, and when his soft lips touched hers, Luo Qiao could clearly feel his gentleness towards her.
She could feel how much he loved her.
Luo Qiao reached out and put her arm around his shoulder. Siran, I love you. I've always loved you.