The evidently well-arranged room is filled everywhere with bouquets of fresh flowers, soft lighting and warm tones, exuding a touch of warmth and romance.
Zhao Jiayi sat somewhat bewilderedly on the bedside, turned to look at Lin Qing who had just entered, and said a bit nervously: "Lin Qing, Aunt Irenado told me to transplant my eyes to you today, and also mentioned that if we both agree, we could even get married casually. What does this mean?"
Lin Qing glanced at her, suddenly laughed, and asked: "Has Miss Irenado not taught you yet?"
"Taught me what?" Zhao Jiayi felt a bit confused.
"The method of eye transplantation." Lin Qing sat down casually next to her.
Zhao Jiayi was even more bewildered: "No… isn't it surgery?"
"Is it?" Lin Qing sighed: "What an incompetent mother..."
He reached out to stroke Zhao Jiayi's head and said: "It's okay to call it surgery, hmm... minimally invasive surgery, just without using a scalpel."
"Huh?"
