He spoke again with that devil-may-care, frivolous tone.
Qiao En remained silent; she understood Ding Hao's intentions, but she could not indulge them.
Not even as a joke.
"I'll treat you to a meal."
"Eating is boring. How about, you dedicate yourself to me instead!"
As he said this, Ding Hao blew a breath onto Qiao En's forehead.
Knowing she would not agree, he still wanted to test the waters.
"I'm not suitable for you."
"Suitable or not, it's not for you to say."
Ding Hao's eyes darkened, his resolve unwavering.
"Stop it, Doctor Ding, this isn't fun at all."
Qiao En ducked under Ding Hao's arm and walked to the other end of the examination room.
Ding Hao, like a willful child, followed her persistently.
"I'm not joking, nor is this a game. I am serious about you, En'en, would you marry me please?"
Ding Hao continued to pester Qiao En by grabbing her arm and pestering her relentlessly.
Qiao En suddenly laughed.
She looked at Ding Hao as if he were a stranger.
