Just met you: This guy is a bit warm

"Shi Ye, sister-in-law, I'm leaving first." Ouyang Fan said goodbye hurriedly and left.

Looking at Ouyang Fan's hurried back, Su Ruonan always felt weird, but as long as it had nothing to do with her best friend, Su Ruonan would definitely not ask any more questions.

Song Shiye also noticed Ouyang Fan's guilty look when he looked at Su Ruonan, and knew that his guilty conscience must be related to Chu Yanshu.

Song Shiye naturally had no interest in his brothers' emotional issues, but if it involved Su Ruonan, Song Shiye felt that he needed to care about Ouyang Fan's emotional issues.

The two returned home and the heating was turned on. As soon as they opened the door, a warm breath hit them in the face, and the coldness in their bodies was immediately replaced by warmth.

Standing at the entrance, Song Shiye discovered that Su Ruonan's nose and cheeks were slightly red. Song Shiye reached out and touched them lightly, and felt a cool touch.

Song Shiye felt a little regretful about taking Su Ruonan out for a walk in such cold weather.

"Ah, ha!" Su Ruonan rubbed her nose and suddenly sneezed.

"Wife, go take a hot bath." Song Shiye's tone was a little worried.

Su Ruonan was also afraid that catching a cold would affect her work tomorrow, so she immediately went to the bathroom to take a bath.

Aunt Zhang had already returned to her room to rest. Looking at the time, it was indeed late, so Song Shiye decided to go to the kitchen to make a cup of ginger tea for Su Ruonan to drive away the cold.

This was just an easy little thing for him.

He skillfully cleaned and shredded the ginger, then put it into boiling water and let it boil slowly for a few minutes.

Considering that ginger tea might taste too spicy, Song Shiye specially added some brown sugar to it, so that he could maintain the efficacy of ginger and make it taste better.

When Su Ruonan finished blow-drying her hair and walked out of the bathroom, she was surprised to find a cup of steaming ginger tea on the bedside cabinet.

Su Ruonan picked up the teacup, took a sip, and found that the temperature was just right, slightly spicy with a hint of sweetness from brown sugar.

Su Ruonan, who had never liked ginger tea, actually thought it tasted pretty good, so she drank the whole cup in one gulp.

"Did you ask Aunt Zhang to cook it?" Su Ruonan asked Song Shiye who came in.

"How does it taste? Is it spicy?" Song Shiye did not answer Su Ruonan's question. Instead, he was concerned about whether Su Ruonan could accept the taste of ginger tea.

"It's not spicy. Everything Aunt Zhang cooks is delicious. Even this ginger tea is very tasty." Su Ruonan said with a smile.

Song Shiye's lips curled slightly: "Thank you, my wife, for recognizing my cooking skills."

When Su Ruonan heard this, she realized that she had misunderstood. The ginger tea was actually made by Song Shiye.

"You are awesome," Su Ruonan said as if praising a child.

The two of them smiled at each other.

While Song Shiye went to the bathroom to take a shower, Su Ruonan took the cup to the kitchen to wash it.

After returning to the bedroom, Su Ruonan remembered that she seemed to have not yet taken out the surprise she prepared for Song Shiye.

Su Ruonan wondered how to best hand the ring to Song Shiye. Should she give it directly? Or should she set up a scenario like the netizens did?

Thinking that Song Shiye had been in the bathroom for a while, Su Ruonan hurried to the closet to take out the ring before he came out.

After a while, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Su Ruonan sat at the dressing table beside the bed, taking care of her skin while looking at Song Shiye through the mirror.

His eyes were fixed on the bathroom door, his heart filled with tension and anticipation.

Finally, the bathroom door opened and Song Shiye walked out.

There was moisture on his hair and he smelled of fresh shower gel.

The house was well heated, and Song Shiye was only wearing a white bathrobe, which was loose and casual on his body.

The muscle lines on his chest were faintly visible, and one could even see a few drops of water that had not been wiped off flowing down the grooves on his chest until they disappeared at his waist and abdomen.

There was no work to deal with today, so Song Shiye did not go to the study. He walked directly to the bed, lifted the quilt and sat on it.

While Su Ruonan seemed to be taking care of her skin, her eyes were quietly following Song Shiye's every move.

Finally, after patting his face a few times, Su Ruonan lifted the corner of the quilt and sat next to Song Shiye.

Su Ruonan took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

Looking at Song Shiye who was reading a book: "Shiye, open your hands."

Upon hearing this, although Song Shiye didn't know what it meant, he put down the book in his hand, did as he was told, and spread his palms in front of Su Ruonan.

"Left hand," Su Ruonan reminded when she saw Song Shiye stretched out his right hand.

Song Shiye raised his eyebrows, his eyes were calm and deep.

He retracted his right hand and replaced it with his left hand.

Su Ruonan tried her best to suppress the panic in her heart, grabbed the ring she had prepared in advance from under the pillow, and then slowly put it on Song Shiye's left ring finger.

Song Shiye looked at the golden ring in front of him that was shining brightly under the light, and then his gaze fell on Su Ruonan, who was pursing her lips and moving her hands with extreme care and caution.

His body trembled slightly and the corners of his eyes turned red.

Finally, the ring was put on, and Su Ruonan felt relieved. Her beautiful round eyes were sparkling and full of smiles.

"Okay." She said softly.

Afterwards, Su Ruonan handed another women's ring to Song Shiye, and said with a playful smile: "Okay, it's your turn to wear it for me."

Song Shiye took the ring with trembling hands, but he still tried to calm himself down.

He took a deep breath and held Su Ruonan's hand carefully, as if it was a fragile treasure, afraid that it would be broken if he was not careful.

He gently stroked Su Ruonan's slender and white fingers, feeling her warmth, and then slowly put the ring on her finger.

When the ring slid across his fingertips and landed steadily on Su Ruonan's hand, Song Shiye felt an indescribable joy and emotion in his heart.

He raised his head and looked at Su Ruonan Juanjing's face gently, his eyes full of affection and love.

His voice was particularly hoarse: "I should do this."

Song Shiye's tone carried a hint of guilt and self-blame, as if he felt that he had not fulfilled his due responsibilities.

However, Su Ruonan shook her head. Her eyes were firm and persistent, and she obviously disagreed with Song Shiye's point of view.

She whispered, "Who says boys have to buy wedding rings? Girls can do it too."

Song Shiye listened to Su Ruonan's words quietly, his eyes burning.

Facing Song Shiye's red eyes, Su Ruonan paused, a sly look flashing in her eyes, "Have you forgotten? It was me who proposed to you, so of course I should be the one to buy the wedding ring."