Xiao Qimo stared at his movements, his gaze deepening, as if the thoughts hidden in the darkness were rejected, with a hint of disappointment yet he remained silent, only able to watch quietly.
Lu Mian smiled: "If I hang it around my neck, that's okay, right?"
"No problem…" Xiao Qimo spread his hands, seemingly asking why.
Lu Mian was straightforward, "Isn't it closer to the heart here?"
As she spoke, she walked up to the pair of gifts and untied a thin red cord, hung the ring on it, and perfectly placed it on her chest.
She even felt pleased with her own cleverness.
And to be honest, the thing really worked—it was as if there was an inexplicable magnetic field that regulated her erratic heartbeat, soothing it calmly.
"Thanks, this thing is really useful." She was worried about how to face Xiao Qimo in the future.
Xiao Qimo: ...
Ye Jinwen: Ironclad Lu Mian wasn't just for show!
