He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Xuan looked at him in surprise: "You...Where did you take this out? How come you can suddenly take out a ring?"

Yang Haitao looked at her nervously, with a sincere tone: "From the first time I saw you, I recognized you, and then I prepared the ring. I think it will come in handy someday, Song Xuan, you Would you like it? My family likes you very much, and your family likes me very much. The most important thing is that I love you and you love me."

Song Xuan's face was full of red clouds, her heart beating fast, she stared at him unblinkingly: "Who...who said I love you?"

Yang Haitao was anxious: "Didn't you still take the initiative to kiss me? Isn't that what is love for me?"

Song Xuan's face became even redder: "Yang Haitao, you are now proposing to me, is it... is it..."

Yang Haitao was anxious: "Is it something?"

"Is it just to sleep with me?"

Yang Haitao took his face captive and looked at her helplessly: "In your eyes, am I this kind of person?"

Song Xuan glanced at him: "Do you think you are such a noble person?"

Yang Haitao held the ring in one hand and swore with the other: "I promise, you accept my marriage proposal, and nothing will happen tonight."

Song Xuan continued to test him: "People should have flowers when they propose marriage."

Yang Haitao stood up suddenly and rushed out without saying a word.

Song Xuan was anxious, wouldn't it be that he ran away with anger? Is she too reserved, too holding?

Before she could understand, there were footsteps in the corridor again, and the door was pushed open with a bang. Yang Haitao grabbed a few flowers in his hand and ran up to her panting.

Song Xuan took a closer look. They were a few plastic flowers, which seemed to be borrowed from the front desk.

Yang Haitao knelt before her again: "Song Xuan, marry me, okay?"

Song Xuan didn't dare to be arrogant anymore. Her sister always hated her for being too reserved. For the man in front of her, she now deeply believes that she likes him and that she is willing to spend her life with him.

She stretched out her finger, Yang Haitao didn't react for a moment, and was stunned.

Song Xuan laughed and said: "What? Regret it?"

Yang Haitao quickly put the plastic flower in his hand on the ground, awkwardly pulled Song Xuan's hand and put a ring on her finger.

Song Xuan couldn't help but ridicule: "The flower is made of plastic."

Yang Haitao said: "Plastic flowers will last a lifetime, just like our feelings will last a lifetime."

Song Xuan reached out and held his face: "We are only in our early twenties, Yang Haitao, are you so confident that we will live forever?"

He raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes burning, serious and persistent: "I believe, the first time I see you, I believe we will live forever."

‘Didn’t you take the initiative to kiss me? ’

Song Xuan tasted this sentence, the smile on the corner of her mouth slowly bloomed, then bowed her head and slowly leaned against his lips.

Yang Haitao suddenly became excited again, and was about to get up, but was pressed by Song Xuan: "Don't move...Don't move...I just want to kiss, too many, don't want it."

Kiss, purity, beauty...

Yang Haitao just half-kneeled on the ground like this, Song Xuan held his face and kissed seriously. Yang Haitao's hand was hanging beside her, but she couldn't help her with the other hand. She supported her waist and responded tentatively. Kiss her.

Is it dreaming?

Song Xuan actually agreed to his marriage proposal.

From now on, he won't have to worry about gains and losses.

He has an identity. From now on, his identity is Song Xuan's fiancé.