"If you continue to stare at me like a fool with that idiotic smile, I can't help the urge to kick you."
No matter how composed Qiao Xiaren was, she could not bear a man staring at her constantly, and his laughter echoed like a fool's, completely distinct from his usually profound and inscrutable demeanor.
"Hmm, kick me if you wish. But darling, could we first announce our relationship on Weibo?"
"Since leaving the hospital, you've been persistent. What, scared I'll back out?" Qiao Xiaren glances at Si Limo, finding his demeanor somewhat amusing, "Rest assured, you've already surrendered yourself. At this point, it's about time I gave you a proper title."
"Mm, that's more like it. Good queen, your subject beneath the skirt will be more dedicated."
Si Limo chuckles softly, his thin lips suddenly pressing down: "It's too late to back out now. I've already logged into Weibo for you. Mrs. Si is waiting online."