Song Xiang finished laughing at Yan Han and finally sat down to enjoy it.
Except for one or two dishes that are Yanhan's inventions, the others are specialties from various countries, which is in line with her "eat everything" mentality.
It was windy at sea, and she was worried about catching a cold, so she didn't dare to wait too long, thinking that since he was well prepared, if he simply begged again, she would let him go.
"Miss Rong."
The person opposite suddenly put down his knife and fork.
Song Xiang thought he was about to make a move and sat up straight.
Yan Han opened his mouth and seemed a little embarrassed.
"What's wrong?"
"The ring...can you give it back to me first?"
Song Xiang:???
"Your planb doesn't have a ring?"
"Misstep, omission."
Song Xiang rolled his eyes and tried to take off the ring, but the result was just like in the piano room, he couldn't take it off at all.
Yan Han clasped his hands, supported his chin, and said, "It's over, it seems to have taken root in your hands."
Song Xiang looked at him sideways, "Did you do anything?"
"It's okay if you don't want to pick it off. Why are you still framed?"
Song Xiang: "..."
She put it under the table and exerted force, her face turned red and her fingers hurt a little, but she really couldn't take it off.
On the opposite side, Yan Han stood up and swiped his hand over the railing of the walkway, easily pulling out a rose.
Song Xiang bit his mouth and stopped moving, cooperating with his next movements.
Sure enough, the man turned around and elegantly knelt down on one knee in front of her.
When he was about to open his mouth, Song Xiang stretched out his hand again and covered his mouth.
Yan Han: "Huh?"
Song Xiang: "Speak properly and threaten me again. There will be no chance tonight!"
A smile appeared in the man's eyes, and he reached out to take her hand.
"What does it mean to speak it well? I've made a draft, but I don't think it's good. I overturned it when you walked into the piano room, and I still haven't been able to think of a new one."
"But it doesn't matter. If you are not satisfied with tonight's performance, I can think of other plans and keep begging. If you do it more often, I should not be nervous, and I may perform well."
As he spoke, he took Song Xiang's hand and placed it on his heart.
Through his shirt, Song Xiang could clearly feel his body temperature and his pounding heartbeat.
"Ask me some questions, otherwise I won't know what to say." He said.
Song Xiang laughed out loud, cleared his throat, and said seriously: "You really want to marry me?"
"real."
"Wasn't it celibate before?"
"There was a hole in my brain before, but it was just repaired recently."
Song Xiang: "..."
"That……"
Damn it, she had no experience of being proposed to, so how could she know what to ask him.
Yan Han saw her open her mouth, then lowered her head again, as if she was adjusting her breathing.
"Then let me ask?"
"Um……"
The man took a breath, held her hand, and gently touched her ring with his fingers.
"...will you marry me?"
Song Xiang was obviously prepared, but when he suddenly heard these words, his heartbeat and breathing were both rapid, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and his face became hot.
He raised his head and met his serious gaze.
She opened her mouth, then suddenly looked down at her finger. Not knowing which tendon was wrong, she desperately tried to pick off the ring.
This time I used too much force and the ring actually came off to save my face.
She breathed a sigh of relief and gave it to Yan Han.
"Put it on me again."
Yan Han was still nervous at first, but he was amused by her operation. He glanced at the ring in his palm and said, "Okay."
He raised his hand, held her hand solemnly, and slowly pushed the ring forward.