As soon as these words were uttered, the venue fell silent, and everyone's gaze turned toward Sheng Shaochen.
On the stage, Han Ruixin's face instantaneously flushed with shyness. Clutching her gown nervously, her little hands fidgeted, and her bright, watery eyes were fixed on Sheng Shaochen, filled with longing anticipation.
Sheng Shaochen lifted his gaze and glanced at Han Ruixin.
Han Ruixin's cheeks reddened further. Under the light, she resembled a rose about to be plucked, radiantly dewy.
Their eyes met gently like water, her soft gaze locking onto Sheng Shaochen's deep blue eyes. With her little red lips lightly bitten, her expression was that of a young wife eagerly awaiting her lover's response.
Seeing this, the crowd couldn't help but start teasing them.
Amid everyone's anticipation, Sheng Shaochen slowly began, "What do you think?"
Han Ruixin's face instantly paled, looking incredulously at Sheng Shaochen.
