Jiang Nanshu looked at the ring on her hand, grabbed Lu Qingyan’s hand, and slipped it onto his ring finger.
She couldn’t get it on.
Because the ring was too small.
Her hand trembled slightly, rubbing Lu Qingyan’s finger until it was red, but it still wouldn’t fit.
She let go of his hand, her eyelashes drooping: “It doesn’t fit…it really doesn’t fit.”
Lu Qingyan looked down at his own finger, calmly trying to slip the ring on, his hand bleeding from the friction. (T/N: What a crazy man!)
He held it up for Jiang Nanshu to see: “Look, it fits perfectly. It will become one with my blood and flesh, never to be separated.”
Jiang Nanshu looked at the obviously unsuitable ring and said, “Take it off. I’ll go get you a bigger one.”
“No.” Lu Qingyan refused.
“None of them can compare to this one.”
He took the ring that fit Jiang Nanshu perfectly and filled her ring finger again.
This ring might only cost tens of thousands, but its value is priceless.
He pulled Jiang Nanshu to her feet and gently embraced her: “Let’s stop arguing.”
Jiang Nanshu glanced at him, thinking about what Yan Yidan had said, and nodded: “Okay.”
Jiang Nanshu couldn’t do anything about Lu Qingyan.
This made Jiang Nanshu feel that she was always the only one who was angry, while Lu Qingyan would come to find her no matter whether she was angry or not, without fail.
That evening, Jiang Nanshu returned to the master bedroom.
Lu Qingyan gently dried her hair, squatted down to dry her still-wet feet with a towel, stood up, and patted her head: “You can go to sleep now.”
Jiang Nanshu rolled over and lay comfortably on the bed. Lu Qingyan’s bed was bigger, so she could roll around as much as she wanted.
Lu Qingyan took a shower and came out to find Jiang Nanshu already asleep. He sat down on the edge of the bed, leaned down, and kissed her face repeatedly, waking her up with a flurry of kisses.
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