"It's... it's rare to be with you. Of course, I want to make you happier. Come on, stop playing with my handbag; there are cosmetics inside. Be careful not to break them."
The handbag fell, and Chu Ge caught it again. He looked at Huang Yourong, smirked, and tossed the handbag up again. Huang Yourong reached out, but her hand missed it.
"By the way, Sister Huang, I'm not well-versed in law, but... isn't intentional injury a crime?"
As he watched the handbag that was about to hit the ceiling fall down again, Chu Ge casually asked a question that seemed completely out of the blue.
Huang Yourong felt even more panicked, "Chu Ge, what are you talking about?"
"Snap!"
Chu Ge caught the falling handbag again, and Huang Yourong's heart skipped a beat, as if Chu Ge's hand not only held the bag but also clenched her heart tightly.
Then, Chu Ge threw the bag up again, and Huang Yourong's heart was suspended high along with it.
