Chapter 118
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Ye Fan stared at He Han in a daze. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she was momentarily speechless.
She covered her mouth with her hand, and a look of surprise appeared in her eyes. She couldn't say anything, but she kept nodding her head.
After a while.
Ye Fan's small voice came out. "I do."
After the two of them walked together, luck came one after another. Perhaps it was because of Dudu that their blood was tightly connected, and everything around them became beautiful.
He Han took out the ring from the box and put it on Ye Fan's finger.
The diamond ring slid onto her slender finger, and it looked even brighter against her fair skin.
The size was just right. It would be too big if it was a little more, but it would be too small if it was a little less.
Ye Fan asked strangely, "How do you know the size of my finger?"
He Han's hand didn't leave, and his fingers gently stroked her fingers.
He Han chuckled and looked up at Ye Fan. Meeting her eyes, he curled his lips. "Every night, I feel it seriously."
Ye Fan understood what He Han meant, and her face turned red.
She looked away, and her ears were hot. She whispered, "You don't sleep well at night …"
He Han heard Ye Fan's words. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Because that person is you."
Ye Fan didn't say anything, but her lips couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.
He Han gently stroked her earlobe, and a numb itch suddenly spread. He started to kiss her, brushing past her earlobe, her neck, and lifting up her shirt.
He Han gently covered Ye Fan's finger with his hand, took off the ring for her, and put it on the table behind them.
Wearing it like this was really hindering their movements.
He reached out his other hand, stroked her waist, and lifted her up. He kissed her as he held her body and leaned against the sofa.
They didn't have any schedule in the morning, so they spent the whole morning in the lazy sunshine.
After some tenderness, the sun shone down and their fingers were tightly intertwined.
He Han held Ye Fan in his arms. Her long hair stuck to his neck, tickling his heart.
He used his hand to hold Ye Fan's palm and played with her fair and beautiful fingers as they discussed their future.
They even discussed the wedding.
Both of them were public figures. In order to protect Dudu, the wedding had to be kept a secret.
Ye Fan turned over in He Han's arms and looked into his eyes. "Actually... the wedding isn't that important."
He Han's eyes darkened, and he didn't respond to her words.
Ye Fan: "As long as that person is you, I don't really care about anything else."
He Han leaned close to Ye Fan and stroked her hair. His fingers caressed her shoulders intermittently, stirring up a little bit of heat for no reason.
His thin lips opened and closed, and his words were firm. "You don't have to worry about the wedding. Leave it to me."
He Han looked at Ye Fan and stared at her. "You can focus on your own things. I will take care of the rest."
Ye Fan felt that the wedding should be simple. But He Han didn't agree.
He Han and Ye Fan had the same idea. The wedding could be small, and there would be fewer people invited. They would all be acquaintances.
However, He Han didn't allow his wedding to be too simple.
Ye Fan was about to become his real wife, so the details of the wedding had to be meticulous. He would take care of all aspects. So what if it was extravagant? This was prepared for his wife.
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