"Why can't you accept it? If you dare to give it to me, I naturally dare to accept it," Shen Li said with a smile, pausing before looking at Han Mochen, "But as for what gift, it shall be chosen according to my wishes."
Han Mochen looked at Shen Li's smiling face, elegant and graceful yet also carrying a touch of innocence, like a naive child casually asking an adult for gifts. Or perhaps like an all-knowing adult, using every trick to probe. He asked, "Then what do you want?"
"I haven't thought it through yet, I seem to lack nothing," Shen Li said, then added after a thought, "Could I put in a request now, but decide on it later when I think of something?"
"In that case, is it like an open-ended wish?" Han Mochen said, still looking at Shen Li's smiling face.
"How could it be." Shen Li immediately corrected herself, laughing, "Professor Han is too kind, I couldn't help but make a small joke."
