At that, Pei Ling held Qiao Ranran's ring finger and casually took a ring from his Storage Bag. With a slight movement of his fingers, he refined it to fit and slipped it onto her finger. "Like this?"
Qiao Ranran: "..." Learning on the spot and striking first—was that even fair?
Pei Ling's gaze flickered as he stared into her eyes. "Are you scared?"
Qiao Ranran: "..." She had finally gained the upper hand and teased him, but before her words had even hit the ground, Pei Ling had seized the chance to strike back.
"Can't you let me win just once?"
"All right." Pei Ling readily complied. He made another ring and placed it in Qiao Ranran's palm. "I'll let you."
He had clearly just taken out that ring and secretly refined it too, giving it the same pattern and color as the one on Qiao Ranran's finger so they would make a matching pair.
Qiao Ranran didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You're doing this so casually?"
"No." Pei Ling held out his hand to her and waited for her next move. "There's nothing casual about it. I'm serious."
He could tell that what Qiao Ranran had said wasn't a passing whim. It was what she truly believed and hoped for. It was rare for her to reveal her feelings this way, and Pei Ling certainly wasn't going to let the chance slip by.
Besides, when it came to tying someone down, Pei Ling felt that now he knew about it, he had to strike first.
"I'll tie you down now. We can get better rings later."
"Hm?" Qiao Ranran paused as she slipped the ring onto Pei Ling's finger. "Get better ones?"
The ring had already slid to the base of his finger and fulfilled its