With her long eyelashes fluttering, Qin Yiren raised her small, palm-sized face to look at him, a playful and shy curve appearing at the corner of her rosy lips.
Raising her hand to hold the man's slender little finger, she deliberated and said, "I know, but I don't want to..."
Bo Jinghang looked at her patiently, "Why?"
"I can't spend your money with a clear conscience." Qin Yiren blinked embarrassedly and murmured softly, "Besides, I have small thoughts like a commoner and don't want to be wasteful."
Bo Jinghang raised his well-shaped eyebrows, pondering, "The things I give you, how can you call them wasteful?"
"Ah, this..."
Qin Yiren was speechless, fluttering her eyelashes as she glared at him.
Regarding this matter, she and Bo Jinghang could never reach a consensus.
After all, the difference in their family backgrounds is vast; what she sees as extravagance is trivial to him, even to the point where he wants to give her more expensive gifts and items.
