Jing An'an is a very intelligent person, and this intelligence is not only demonstrated in her daily work and studies, but also after she lost her sight.

She adapted to the darkness more quickly than most blind people, and was able to do what she could by relying on smell and sound.

For example, when picking strawberries, she filled her small basket in no time. Each strawberry was brightly colored and plump, and looked delicious.

Xiang Hengxi didn't pick many, he just kept an eye on her, afraid she might be careless, but his worries were unnecessary, she was much stronger than he thought.

Normally, people would be terrified and worried that they would never recover after losing their sight, but she was remarkably calm and adapted to the darkness so quickly.

She's definitely the woman he chose; she's perfect in every way.

"So sweet." He reached into her basket and took a strawberry, thinking it was the best strawberry he had ever eaten.

“You haven’t washed them yet.” Jing An’an glared at him helplessly.

"Even if you didn't wash them, they're still sweet."

"Smooth-talking." Jing An'an turned her face away, her ears turning slightly red.

Xiang Hengxi leaned over and kissed her ear, her smile brighter than the sunshine outside.

Perhaps because of the sweet atmosphere, Jing An'an didn't say anything, but just shrank her neck into her coat, her cheeks flushed slightly.

After spending some more time in the strawberry field, they packed their baskets and got into the car.

Just then, Jing An'an's phone rang. She picked it up and forgot that Yuan Cheng was supposed to pick her up from the hotel. Hearing the worry in Yuan Cheng's voice, she explained that she was with her friends.

Yuan Cheng asked her if she needed to be picked up. She glanced at Xiang Hengxi, pursed her lips, and said to Yuan Cheng, "Don't worry, I can go back by myself."

After saying a few more words, he hung up the phone.

"Who is it?" Xiang Hengxi heard a boy's voice, and he called her An'an, which felt very intimate.

“They’re my family,” Jing An’an replied casually.

Seeing that she seemed quite composed, Xiang Hengxi believed her and didn't ask any more questions. She simply said, "Don't get too close to that senior of yours. He has designs on you."

"Could anyone be more scheming than you?" Jing An'an rolled her eyes, saying that he was the most wicked when it came to scheming.

"What kind of relationship do we have? Can we be the same as him?" Xiang Hengxi said confidently, as if they were already family.

“Aren’t we just in a superior-subordinate relationship?” Jing An’an retorted.

Do you want me to take you through our physical relationship right now?

Jing An'an was speechless again, and puffed out her cheeks: "No need to be polite."

Xiang Hengxi smiled, and the car slowly drove back to the city, following the information he remembered about her, and returned to her home.

He escorted her to the door, glanced at the house behind him, and saw that the lights inside were warm and inviting.

"You can go back now." Jing An'an didn't want his parents to see him.

"Are you so afraid of them seeing me? Have I embarrassed you in any way?" Xiang Hengxi thought to himself that he should be a good candidate for a son-in-law.

Jing An'an remained silent. She always felt that their relationship was strange, and she didn't think it would last. Perhaps his feelings for her were more for teasing than for love.

"I'll give you two choices again: either let me in to meet your parents, or call me 'husband' and give me another kiss." Xiang Hengxi bent down, bringing his cheek close to hers.

Jing An'an turned her head away, pursed her lips, and after a while, quickly called out "husband" in a low voice, but did not kiss him, and then quickly slipped into the courtyard.