She hadn't even noticed it herself. Blushing, with a bewildered look in her eyes, she watched Han Lie pull out his phone and, in the blink of an eye, snap a photo of them together, their faces pressed cheek to cheek.
Pan Ge laughed until she felt weak, but inwardly, she was overjoyed.
"What's this? You dare to make it official?"
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
As if you're the only one who knows how to block people!
After taking the photo, Han Lie very thoughtfully took out a wet wipe and cleaned her face, not letting her lift a finger.
Pan Ge felt even more blissful.
She was a fairly independent girl, but at only nineteen, what young woman her age wouldn't like to be cherished and pampered?
This current Black-hearted White Lotus was still just a work in progress.
If, in the future, she were fortunate enough to marry her idol, Han Lie, only to suddenly discover she was actually number two, with a number three, number four, or even a number seven or eight...
