Song Xi's face inexplicably flushed red, the boy's words struck her heart like sweet nothings, knocking at her door, one utterance at a time.
The boy in front of her didn't possess an eye-catching status like Gu Linyuan, nor did he come from a family as wealthy as even the Song Family, yet for some inexplicable reason, when this boy confessed to her, she agreed to him almost without any hesitation.
This boy was unlike the other men, who were with her because she was the second young miss of the Song Family, nor was it because of her proud family background or her looks. He seemed to be with her simply because he liked her.
After Song Qiao settled her account and grabbed her things, she glanced back at Song Xi, who stood there smiling shyly. With a slight movement of her brows, she turned, scanning the kitchen before picking up a cake booklet, and casually pointed at one of them.
