The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory

"Just seeing what you’re up to?" "Now that you’ve seen, you can leave."

"No," Bob Ginger felt like he’d convinced Zuri Ginger, so he was in a good mood and started wandering around her room. As he wandered, he commented on the glass bottle on her desk, "What is this? A bottle full of buttons? It’s ugly as hell."

"Better looking than you." Mia Ginger put the glass bottle into the drawer and gave him a glare.

"Better looking than me?" Bob Ginger asked discontentedly, suddenly leaning closer to her with an upset look, "Take a good look at my face, you really think I’m worse than such an ugly glass bottle?"

"Yep." Mia Ginger was momentarily stunned, then burst out laughing, "Really can’t compare."

Her laughter was very beautiful, her eyebrows arched, and her almond eyes curved into gentle crescents, making one’s heart feel soft.

"Sister," Bob Ginger suddenly called out.