"Don't, what do you mean 'see how it goes'?" Zhao Ximo paused, let out a bitter laugh, and said, "Jingwei, I'm getting engaged."
Zhou Jingwei's hand, which was pinching his nose bridge, froze in place.
He slowly looked up, staring into the misty haze that obscured the view in front of him.
"I got it. I'll ask Weiyue what she thinks. If Weiyue agrees, I'll bring her along with me."
Zhao Ximo agreed, his smile growing even more bitter: "I wronged Weiyue last time. Please apologize to her for me. I... I really had your best interests at heart. I didn't want you to end up like me."
"I'm not you," Zhou Jingwei frowned, his tone firm, "And Weiyue won't become Sang Wanting."
"I know," Zhao Ximo said softly, "I understand what you mean."
When Zhou Jingwei returned to the bedroom, Cheng Weiyue had already changed her sleeping position.
Her face was red and flushed under the quilt, irresistibly adorable.
Zhou Jingwei couldn't help but kiss her, then gently gathered her into his arms.
