Song Xi's face inexplicably flushed red, the boy's words sounded like sweet nothings, each one tapping at the doors of her heart.
The boy in front of her didn't have an eye-catching status like Gu Linyuan, nor did he come from an overly affluent family background, certainly not comparable to the Song Family. Yet for some reason, Song Xi, as if under a spell, had almost no hesitation in accepting him the moment the boy confessed his feelings to her.
This boy was not like the other men who were with her because she was the second young lady of the Song Family, nor because of her proud family heritage or her looks. He seemed to be with her simply because he liked her.
After Song Qiao finished paying and picked up her things, she glanced back at Song Xi, who stood there with a somewhat embarrassed smile. Song Qiao's gaze flitted across the room, sweeping over the kitchen before finally taking a cake book and casually pointing to one.
