Zhao Mengmeng said this as she quickly put on the ring. The pink ring shimmered under the light, making her fingers look even more delicate and charming.
Shortly after, Zhao Mengmeng quietly looked up at Pei Chenyang.
At this moment, he still had a sullen face, not yet recovered from the previous incident.
"Do you plan to give me a ring next year?" Zhao Mengmeng's lips curled slightly, feigning modesty as she suppressed it and asked softly.
"What? You heard wrong," Pei Chenyang snorted coldly, putting his hands into his pockets with an arrogant expression.
It was all an act. Zhao Mengmeng had heard very clearly earlier—that's exactly what Pei Chenyang had said.
"I didn't hear wrong, and now you still want to deny it?" Zhao Mengmeng swung her fists.
This was a kind of implicit promise, not using marriage to bind and force her.
Zhao Mengmeng suddenly felt an anticipation for the new year.
For every year to come...
