The two of them exchanged glances for a while and then burst into silly laughter.
Xie Xiao let go of her and took her hand, "Pretty girl, let's go for a walk. Standing here like this will make people think we're up to something."
Being called pretty girl made Luo Yanran a bit embarrassed, "Stop calling me that, people might hear and think I'm so full of myself,"
"No way, when they see your face, they'll think it's a suitable nickname. Whose little girl is this pretty, ah?" Xie Xiao asked with a smile, answering his own question, "Oh, it's Xie Xiao's, huh?"
Luo Yanran couldn't help but curve her lips upward, bubbles of joy popping in her heart, but she still said, "How can you be so shameless? I'm not yours yet."
Don't talk too definitively. It's not now, but who's to say about the future?
This is the art of language.
Xie Xiao understood and smiled even happier, squeezing the little hand in his, "Then I'll strive to make you mine as soon as possible."
