Ai Lin was first taken aback, then looked at him with surprise, "Siyan, what's wrong?"
Bo Siyan did not speak, his dark pupils intently staring at her fingers, his gaze deep, his expression complex, inscrutable.
That gaze made Ai Lin inexplicably guilty and she unconsciously bent her fingers. She lightly licked her lower lip and spoke in a low voice again, "Siyan, what's really the matter? If you're feeling unwell, let me check on you."
The man flicked a glance at her with a lift of his eyelids, then his hand reached for the jewelry box on the coffee table, opened it, and took out the pink diamond ring.
Seeing this, Ai Lin's heart skipped a beat abruptly.
After she returned the ring to him last time, he had put it away, so why has he taken it out again now?
She saw Bo Siyan's slender fingers holding the ring, directly sliding it onto her ring finger.
