She clutched his lapel, "Jerk!"
Li Fengchang laughed softly, stroking her head, "Shenshen, marry me?"
"No way." She buried her head in his chest, a sweet smile on her lips as she playfully complained.
"Marry me, hmm?"
"Fengchang."
Nobody spoke for the rest of the night.
The next morning, Mi Shen dragged her sore body into the living room and at a glance saw Mother Zhang cleaning the sofa, her face immediately flaring up red.
Li Fengchang pulled out a chair for her at the dining table and personally set her napkin and cutlery, his service thorough and very considerate.
Yet the one being served, Mi Shen, didn't feel the slightest bit pampered.
After sipping some soup, she suddenly raised her head, "Fengchang."
"Hmm?" The man, who was eating breakfast, paused his motion and looked up at her.
When he locked eyes with those shiny black orbs, he felt a flutter in his heart, and his gaze softened, "What's wrong?"
