Wan Chu'er swallowed hard, trying to ignore her increasingly flushed cheeks, turned her head, and glared fiercely at Jiang Kechu.
"Jiang Kechu, get up, do you know what you're doing?!"
Jiang Kechu curled his lips into a smile, his gaze intent on her as he said in a low voice, "What do you think I'm doing?"
Wan Chu'er was so angry she couldn't help biting her lip, thinking about what to do next.
"Good girl, stop biting your lip."
"It's none of your business!"
Jiang Kechu chuckled, "If you keep biting, I can't guarantee I won't lose control and kiss you."
Wan Chu'er: "..." Immediately she stopped biting her lip.
A flash of regret passed through Jiang Kechu's eyes as he said, "Give me your hand."
"No!" Wan Chu'er flatly refused.
Jiang Kechu shook his head with a smile, took her hand, slid the ring off, and stuffed it into his own pocket.
"Give it back to me, Jiang Kechu!"
Jiang Kechu said, "Be good, if you like it, I'll buy you a better one tomorrow."
