Han Qing had never seen Yin Mo so absent-minded as he was today, and he could tell that Rong Shang was the same.

Frowning, Rong Shang tugged at the man's sleeve. "Yin Mo, what's wrong with you today?"

"It's nothing." Yin Mo shook his head, his expression somewhat aloof.

Rong Shang pursed her lips, about to ask something, when Yin Mo suddenly got up and poured her a cup of hot water.

"Have a drink."

Yin Mo placed the cup on the wooden stool beside him and carefully helped Rong Shang sit up.

Leaning against the bed railing, Rong Shang felt a pleasant fragrance emanating from the man. She smiled gently and took the cup he offered.

The man's hands were really beautiful; his long, slender fingers were fair and his knuckles were well-defined.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and Rong Chang's gaze slowly moved upward, taking in Yin Mo's exquisitely beautiful features.

But for some reason, even though Yin Mo had been inside for quite a while, Rong Shang hadn't seen him look at her even once.

Um?

Is he still shy about kissing last night?

That can't be right.

After quietly finishing her water, Rong Shang reached out to put the cup aside, but a beautiful hand beat her to it.

Yin Mo took the cup, and Rong Shang watched him place it on the wooden stool with a leisurely gaze.

He really is... very thoughtful.

Despite her cold appearance, he could notice every single one of her movements, even the smallest details.

Rong Shang stared at him for a long time, becoming more and more satisfied with her gaze.

The smile on Rong Chang's lips deepened, and she reached out her hand again, but this time it clasped Yin Mo's hand.

Yin Mo's expression faltered slightly, probably because he hadn't expected her to suddenly hold his hand.

The gentle, honey-like voice of Rong Shang could be heard in her ear.

"Yin Mo, will you marry me?"

!!

Caught off guard, Yin Mo's dark pupils suddenly contracted, and he instinctively broke free from Rong Chang's hand and stood up.

Rong Shang's smile faltered. "Yin Mo?"

"What's wrong? Did I scare you?"

"No." Yin Mo pursed his lips tightly. Through the screen, his sharp gaze could still see Han Qing, who was also stunned by Rong Shang's words, standing in front of the screen.

But at this moment, he was no longer in the mood to call Han Qing out.

He also felt that Rong Chang's intense gaze was still fixed on him from behind.

His heart was pounding, but at this moment, Yin Mo was surprised to find that his feelings were so complicated.

Even the hand placed at his side had unconsciously clenched into a fist.

Rong Shang noticed his movement with her sharp eyes, frowned slightly, and continued, "If not, then answer my question."

"Are you willing to marry me or not?"

Yin Mo, “…”

She originally thought that since he had accepted her, their marriage would naturally be just around the corner.

But Rong Shang never expected that she, a young woman, would be so shameless as to ask him to marry her.

In the end, all she got in response was empty air.

The smile on her face vanished, and Rong Shang's tone turned cold, "Yin Mo!"

Her voice, tinged with anger, came from ahead. Yin Mo's eyes flashed, his cold expression revealing a hint of restraint.

Taking a deep breath, Yin Mo closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate.

When his dark, deep eyes reopened, Yin Mo finally turned around.

Their eyes met unexpectedly, and he moved his thin lips, but what he said was, "I'm sorry!"