The sudden arrival of the storm had startled Chi Xiaoyu greatly.
At such a time, Gong Beiming suddenly proposed, and she almost couldn't react.
She stared into his eyes for a long while, "Gong Beiming, are you playing with me? Let me tell you, although I'm afraid of thunder, the storm has already stopped."
His lips curled up wickedly, his fervent gaze still fixed on her eyes, "In this life, I, Gong Beiming, have only proposed to one woman!"
Chi Xiaoyu stared into his eyes for a long time, took over the ring, and looked at it carefully, the diamond ring was very beautiful and exquisite, at least ten carats.
Biting her rosy lips, after a long silence, she returned the ring to him.
"I don't want it!"
"You!! Brat, haven't you been thinking about marrying me all this time? Now that I'm proposing, what are you trying to play at?"
"Yes, it's because it was my request, not your sincere intention, I'm not flattered! This doesn't count..."