"Do you need me to draw up work arrangements for our honeymoon?"
"What?" Shao Gong finally raised his head and looked at her with confusion.
Pointing to the ring finger of her left hand, Xunfang smiled evilly.
"Thank you. But we hope that everything will be kept low-key and there will be no need to deliberately arrange anything." Shao Gong, who was stroking the ring, had a gentle look on his face.
Conception: