Ning Ruixin suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
She rubbed her arms and let out a dry laugh, "Since that's the case, then... well, alright..."
After all, she had to have a fiancé; whether it was this pretty boy or someone else made no difference.
Moreover, since he was willing, Ning Ruixin felt she had already given him the choice. Even if he regrets it one day, it's none of her business.
Shen Qiao'an continued to scrutinize her with a deep gaze.
"So... is that it?" Ning Ruixin found his stare perplexing. "You can leave now."
"Mm." His throat bobbed, and suddenly he leaned down, wrapping Ning Ruixin entirely in his embrace.
Ning Ruixin's eyes widened, almost instinctively—
She fiercely flipped Shen Qiao'an to the ground!
Standing up, her expression was extremely cold, "What are you doing?"
Shen Qiao'an lay on the ground, squinting at her face, flushed with anger, and suddenly laughed.
The laughter carried a hint of self-mockery.
