Song Xing Xing walked down the stairs and found Lu Xun standing at the end of the stairs, watching her. Their eyes met and his warm gaze made her heartbeat accelerate.
The way Lu Xun was staring back at her made her feel a little shy.
Lu Xun stared at her with a burning gaze. She had seen her many times but on this day, he thought that Song Xing Xing looked especially beautiful.
When he saw her paused in the middle, Lu Xun extended his hand at her, waiting for her to come down and put her and in his.
He recalled how she had asked him whether he wanted to get a marriage certificate with her a few days ago and smiled. Her tone was too casual as if she was asking him whether he wanted another bowl of rice.
Lu Xun had thought that he had misheard things until he saw the glint in her eyes.
