"Alright, no need to sweet-talk me anymore; go and lavish your fiancee with attention instead."
Luo Jingxuan smiled coyly, sat to one side, and began to drink her milk.
"I think you're more suited to be a wife than Ling Qingya. How about you become my wife instead?"
Ye Luo sat in front of Luo Jingxuan, his deep eyes gazing at her.
Luo Jingxuan was drinking her milk when she heard Ye Luo's words and suddenly spat it out, dousing Ye Luo's face with milk.
"Uh... sorry."
Luo Jingxuan apologized awkwardly, hastily pulling out a napkin to wipe Ye Luo's face.
However, Ye Luo shamelessly stuck out his tongue to lick the milk off his face, looking thoroughly pleased: "A beauty's milk is indeed sweet."
"Pervert!"
Luo Jingxuan scolded angrily, deciding to ignore Ye Luo completely, and said, "Sister Yan didn't come home last night, and she didn't answer my calls. Could you go check the bar later? I'm worried something happened to her."