"My girl." Lu Ziheng's deep gaze seemed to attract Shen Qinghuan, and his words fell into his ears with the autumn wind: "If you propose marriage now, it's too early; But if we were to confirm our relationship, it seemed too late. But I can't wait for you to grow up, so I want to book the rest of my life in advance. Would you like to fulfill my little birthday wish? ”

Shen Qinghuan's little face was red.

The eyes of the young man in front of her were so deep and hot, how could she be willing to say such unconscionable words to reject him.

Lu Ziheng was still kneeling on one knee, as if he could feel the tension in the boy's heart.

Shen Qinghuan bent down, clasped the boy's slender wrists with both hands, and helped him up, her voice was sweet, "The old people all say that eating people is soft-mouthed and short-handed, since I accepted your ring, how could I not agree." ”

She agreed.

Lu Ziheng's body shook a little.

Happiness came too suddenly.

Shen Qinghuan's right hand wearing the ring pulled over Lu Ziheng's left hand, the corners of her mouth were filled with a strong sense of happiness, and her fingertips wrote six words in his palm.

The roots of the man's ears were as red as plum blossoms blooming in the winter moon.

Lu Ziheng moved his throat, he almost forgot how to squirt out evenly when he breathed, just looking at the girl's beautiful face.

This is the girl he has loved for two lifetimes.

Shen Qinghuan also looked at him, and after a little hesitation, it seemed that he wanted to straighten out the matter of the paper being pierced with himself.

"Lu Ziheng." She suddenly began calling him by his full name, though he preferred to hear her call him Brother Ziheng, "You asked me one last question, and my last question will be asked of you as well." ”

He could feel the warmth coming from her right hand.

After all, there is a difference between men and women, Shen Qinghuan's hand is too small to completely wrap Lu Ziheng, but he still works hard to achieve the hand of the son written in the Book of Poetry.

And the next sentence of holding the hand of the son is to grow old with the son.

Growing old with the person you love is the most romantic thing in this world.

Lu Ziheng bowed slightly, his throat was a little itchy: "You ask." ”

"I never seem to have ever told you I liked you." Shen Qinghuan confessed to a boy for the first time, and he didn't know what language could move people's hearts the most, so he had to follow his heart: "Maybe in front of you, my liking is no more than one thousandth."

But I still selfishly hope that when you are with me, it will be completely mine. ”

Her beautiful apricot eyes sparkled brightly, overlapping with the light under his eyes to form a beautiful rainbow bridge.

The paper is all torn.

There's no need to hide it anymore.

Shen Qinghuan didn't know his mind better than at any moment, different from the kind of favor he had for Wen Huaibei in his previous life, but the kind of girl who really liked him.

Her boy.

"Huh?" Lu Ziheng couldn't control himself, and hugged the girl into his arms, the familiar mint fragrance soaked into his heart, tickling Shen Qinghuan's heart, "I promised my father that he wouldn't fall in love when he was in high school." ”

The originally good atmosphere became a little awkward at this moment.

Just when Lu Ziheng felt that he was going to be agreed, Shen Qinghuan's words undoubtedly gave him a slap in the face.

Really......

Still doesn't work?

Lu Ziheng pushed the girl away from his arms with some reluctance, he dodged his gaze, turned around awkwardly, and even dared not look at her.

"But......" she hadn't finished her sentence.

Shen Qinghuan climbed Lu Ziheng to misunderstand, and hurriedly clasped his wrist, his already fair skin was red and transparent.