He lifted his face, looking at the earnest little girl before him.
Her cheeks were pale and delicate, flawless like a perfect piece of artwork in a display window, her watery eyes round and gleaming, currently reflecting his figure.
"Lu, I mean it, I really want to marry you!" to inherit your estate.
The little girl assured him once again.
Lu Tingli pursed his lips, his ear tips tinged with a red blush.
"I'm not interested in you."
He no longer looked at her, treating her as a child throwing a tantrum, picking up his chopsticks again to continue his meal, casually responding.
"Why?" Xia Ningxing frowned, her little head moving closer to him, her eyebrows knotted in dissatisfaction with his answer.
"You're too young," Lu Tingli pondered for a moment before answering.
Even though his body was that of a child, his soul was mature, fundamentally different from hers.
