Wang Pandi drank several sips of water and felt better in her throat before she put down the porcelain mug, then looked up at Yang Zhigang sitting across from her.
Her eyes collided with a pair of dark eyes, "You, what are you going to do..." Wang Pandi was startled by his eyes and stammered as she spoke.
Yang Zhigang's eyes flashed with deep affection, looking at her tenderly, he smiled innocently and said, "What could I do, I just want to look at you, never get tired of watching. Since I watched your back leaving that day, I've regretted it..."
"Ah?" Wang Pandi's body involuntarily tensed, her palms clenched, her eyes unblinking at him, her breathing slowed significantly.
Yang Zhigang didn't make her wait long and gave an answer, "I regret not sending you directly home, directly proposing to your aunt and uncle, directly setting things in stone, confirming our relationship, letting you become my wife rightfully."
