After the kiss ended, Jiang Li didn't linger in tenderness.
He looked down at Liang Zhouyue, who was in turn looking at her own fingers. She had already disregarded the fact that the man before her had just forcibly kissed her.
On her slender and soft ring finger, an overly extravagant diamond ring had been slipped on.
It wasn't the size of a pigeon's egg, but it was certainly no common piece.
Liang Zhouyue, caught off guard, raised her head and immediately caught the deep amusement on Jiang Li's face, whether it was his youthful recklessness or inherent defiance.
His tone was carefree and presumptuous, "Can I trap a beautiful sister with this?"
Liang Zhouyue leaned in front of him, looking up with innocent eyes, resembling a gorgeous and delicate Barbie doll.
She nodded her head coyly, and then suddenly realized something. Her eyes widened, and in a lowered voice, yet unable to hide her astonishment, she said, "You're not proposing to me, are you?"
