"But you like it, don't you?" Jun Ye lowered his head, took out a Parker pen from the pocket of his jacket, and smoothly wrote down his contact information in the notebook handed over by the merchant. The flowing and unrestrained penmanship exuded a boldness and decisiveness. As long as it was something she legitimately wanted, he had no reason to oppose it, and he was confident in his ability to provide it for her.
Bai Lu, realizing there was no room for negotiation in his words yet finding a hint of tenderness toward her hidden within his authoritative stance, lowered her eyes and thought to herself, let things take their natural course.
The manager took the contact address written by Jun Ye and confirmed with him again whether he wanted to make two identical wedding bands.
