Seeing her face flush bright red with embarrassment, Yan Xianjue leaned over, pulled her into his arms, and lowered his head to press a light kiss to Shen Fangli's carefully styled hair.
But his mouth still showed no mercy as he teased softly by Shen Fangli's ear, "If you're this shy now, what are you going to do when I propose later?"
Shen Fangli raised a hand and lightly punched his chest. "You were obviously teasing me on purpose."
Yan Xianjue did not deny it. He merely held her against his chest and let out a muffled laugh.
Shen Fangli was too familiar with, too accustomed to, this embrace. Even the slightest tremble could stir her emotions.
She struggled out of Yan Xianjue's arms. The little force she used to push him away was practically like scratching an itch to him, but considering what was about to happen, Yan Xianjue did not go too far and ultimately let her go as she wished.
Shen Fangli puffed out her cheeks and said indignantly, "Hmph! You bad thing!"
Yan Xianjue raised a brow with interest, then lifted a finger and poked a dent into Shen Fangli's slightly puffed cheek.
Then, perhaps because it felt so nice, he poked it again.
Uncle Lu, who had watched the entire scene through the rearview mirror: "..."
Sometimes, he was still surprised that his young master had managed to find a girlfriend.
Though he had witnessed the two of them all the way through, for some reason, he had always felt that the young master ought to have remained single like the second young master.
But when he looked again at Shen Fangli, who had only been angry for a few seconds before getting all clingy with Yan Xianjue again, Uncle Lu sighed inwardly. Truly, every