That simple word made Rong Si's heart pound violently. A burning sensation surged in his chest, as if something was burning passionately.
His eyes burned into hers. "Say it again."
His expectant gaze embarrassed Su Jiu a little. Suddenly, she could not say it. "We'll talk about it later. We're not married yet."
"But I want to hear it."
"No, we'll talk about it later."
Helpless, Rong Si could only stroke her hair. "Okay, then. I'm leaving."
"Go, go. Wait for you to get off work."
When Rong Si saw how obedient she was, his heart throbbed. He couldn't help but kiss her forehead again before letting go of her reluctantly.
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In the blink of an eye, two months had passed, and the Spring Festival was approaching. The streets were decorated with bright red lanterns and various other decorations, and the atmosphere for the New Year was lively.