“What was I doing at that time?” Shirley asked curiously. Zacharias thought for a moment. It seemed like there was a scooter by her side, and she was picking wild fruits in the grass. “You were playing on the grass.”

Shirley’s lips curved into a smile. “You remember it so clearly.”

“I remember what you were wearing, how you styled your hair, your shoes, your facial expressions, your smile; I remember them all,” Zacharias replied, looking at her seriously. For some reason, Shirley blushed under his intense gaze. She pursed her lips and asked, “Is that so?”

“You were adorable.” He praised her before adding, “I’ll be very happy if I have a daughter as cute as you were.”

Shirley’s face turned even redder, and she turned away. “If you want a child, go find someone to have one with you!”

“But will someone else’s child be as cute as you were when you were little?” He threw her a hint. “Only the child you give birth to can be as adorable as you were.”

Shirley turned to glare at him. “Dream on.”

like this. Her face was still flushed. When she thought of having children, she realized that she should first have a romantic

am I thinking about? My thoughts are turning quite

she let her mind wander, the less she paid attention to where she was walking. She ended up stumbling over

swiftly caught her wrist and pulled her into an embrace. She collided with Zacharias’

lower his head at the same time. Their breaths were

reminded her in a low voice, smiling. Shirley quickly pulled away from his

ears, it would be hard to explain, and

such matters. The man continued to tease her by saying, “Are you implying that I can misbehave

her head

and he liked that. After taking a stroll around the backyard with

were studying abroad, the residence was

her, and she couldn’t help but think they looked like a married couple.

Residence?” Ren asked in concern, to which Shirley replied, “Not really, Granduncle. Please give

sitting nearby choked

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