"Won't."
Even if he lost himself, he wouldn't lose the ring.
Wen Qiao noticed something was off after observing for a moment. She took a step to stand beside Fu Jinghen, extended her hand with the ring, and compared it with Fu Jinghen's. Then she looked up at Fu Jinghen in confusion, "I think I wore it on the wrong hand, it should be on your left hand."
Saying this, Wen Qiao was about to take the ring off Fu Jinghen's hand to put it on again, but Fu Jinghen grabbed her hand, stopping her.
"It's right, no need to change." Fu Jinghen glanced at her, then lowered his eyes and moved her ring from her left hand to her right hand, "Right hand for you, left hand for me. I'll put it on at the wedding."
Fu Jinghen lifted her hand and bent down to place a respectful kiss on it.
"Proposal is not something you need to do, that's my task."
Wen Qiao blinked, as if she suddenly understood why Fu Jinghen said there was no rush.
