In the early morning, Mu Yichen cradled her beautiful back, his hand gently caressing her ring.
Qin Mu nestled in his embrace, quietly feeling the spot he touched, when a certain inexplicable emotion suddenly rose in her heart.
"Why give me a ring? You make it seem like we're really getting married."
Qin Mu turned around, her fingers subconsciously tapping on his chest as a game.
"Getting married should look the part. Do you think I'm joking around with you?"
"Then why me?"
He had just lifted his hand to show her the ring on his, when she, hugging his hand, covered the ring and asked him.
"Why can't it be you? Am I not good enough?"
"Not bad, I guess? It's just too sudden."
She released his hand, thought for a moment, and then turned back to lie down.
"Just okay? Only just okay?"
He hugged her tightly in his arms, coercing and tempting her.
"It is okay, very good. Is that not good enough for you?"
"Too late!"
"Ah!"
