Seeing her in a daze, Nan Jiayan couldn't help but laugh. As the elevator doors opened, he pulled her hand to lead her out. Standing between their apartment doors, he casually asked, "Lu Shishu, will you marry me? I want to marry you."
"No, I won't." Lu Shishu snapped out of it and almost without thinking, directly refused. She withdrew her hand from his palm and gave him a big eye-roll.
Seeing her cold and resolute expression, the smile on Nan Jiayan's face couldn't hold on and vanished instantly. He quickly put away his smile, with some panic and confusion showing in his deep dark eyes. He looked at her, puzzled: "What's wrong? Did I do or say something wrong? I hope my lady can guide me."
