"Usually so timid, why get all sentimental now?"
Actually, Qing Ning hadn't left, but was leaning against the wall, feeling the crazy pounding of her heart like a little deer, her eyes slightly reddened.
That soft bite on her red lips was enough to captivate all creatures.
"Don't cry... don't cry!"
She wiped away her tears, admonishing herself for her lack of composure, as if she had never heard sweet nothings before.
Men who pursued her usually wished they could hire a literary master to write an essay to express their feelings, but when had she ever cared?
Yet, she was completely disarmed by that short sentence, which was indeed a bit embarrassing.
At this moment, the atmosphere downstairs was also somewhat heavy.
"Ranran, listen to Grandfather, don't be wilful."
Elder Chu spoke with heartfelt sincerity, "Sooner or later, you must take that step. If he could understand what you're thinking, do you think it would be your turn?"