Shi Aiqiao's skin was very white and delicate, and just now from that fall, her knee had turned red.
There was a mist of tears in her eyes, and with her mouth pouting, she looked so pitiful that it tugged at one's heartstrings.
"If you hadn't run, why would I have fallen?" Shi Aiqiao's voice carried a crying tone that threw Lansheng's heart into disarray.
He squatted down and gently massaged the red area with the palm of his hand, feeling very guilty.
Seeing him silent, Shi Aiqiao frowned, "Why do you refuse me? Haven't we already laid it all out? I like you, you like me, so let's be together. I plan to marry you in the future, I've never thought of being with anyone else."
A wave of warmth surged through Lansheng's heart, and he restrained his emotions, not looking into her eyes but only at the redness on her knee, "Even if we're truly going to marry, we have to wait until the wedding day."
