Top-tier celebrity's nightly pampering, the abstinent doctor loses control and spoils her.

Yin Siyao changed her shoes and walked over, her gaze sweeping around the empty living room.

She couldn't help but frown: "This house is way too big! Can the two of us even live in such a large house? You really are..."

I was about to say that she was wasting money, but when I looked into Leng Keyan's bright, pleading eyes, I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"Not at all!"

Leng Keyan put down the soup, took off her apron, and came over to pull the person away. "This room facing south is the master bedroom. The room next door will be converted into your study, so you'll have a place to put your medical books and materials."

"The room across the street can be used as a walk-in closet, so you and I can hang our clothes there without having to squeeze into a small wardrobe. There's also a second bedroom, which will be nice if your aunt and uncle come to visit."

Leng Keyan's plan was very well-organized.

Yin Siyao's anger deflated like a punctured balloon.

But she still frowned: "There's no need to buy such a big one. 100 square meters is enough. Do you know how troublesome it is to pay for property management fees, heating fees, and cleaning at 300 square meters?"

"How much money will this cost? You're a student; even if your family is wealthy, you can't afford to be so extravagant."

Leng Keyan's smile gradually faded, and she became unusually serious.

Holding Yin Siyao's hand, she whispered, "Teacher Yin, the house is registered in your name."

Yin Siyao looked up at the person.

"A larger house is more valuable."

Leng Keyan's voice was calm, "That way, even if you don't want me anymore one day, you can still live comfortably on your own."

"If you don't like this house, the money from selling it will be enough for you to buy a nice one anywhere in City A, and you'll still have a lot left over."

"I know you're always a little uneasy. You feel that I'm young, the future is uncertain, and there are too many things to worry about."

"I can't dispel all your concerns at once, but I want to tell you in the way I can that I'm thinking of you and our future."

Even in the worst-case scenario, I hope you have a way out and can live a good life.

It turns out that insisting on moving to a bigger house isn't just about living more comfortably.

Instead, Leng Keyan knew the unease he felt deep down because of the age gap, and she knew the slight uncertainty he always had about this relationship.

So, this silly little dog is giving him a sense of security in his own way, giving him the confidence that "you can be fine even without me."

This seemingly willful and spoiled young man actually has such deep thoughts and far-reaching ideas.

Yin Siyao picked up a piece of stewed taro until it was soft and stuffed it directly into Leng Keyan's mouth, who was still waiting for his reaction.

"What nonsense are you spouting during the New Year? What do you mean you don't want me anymore? If you keep talking nonsense, you'll be sleeping in the guest room tonight."

Leng Keyan's mouth was stuffed with taro. She chewed a few times and swallowed it, her eyes curving into crescents.

She leaned in and hugged the person, saying, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I won't say anything more. Teacher Yin, let's eat, the food is getting cold."

The meal was quiet yet warm.

After the meal, Yin Siyao cleared away the dishes and went to wash them.

Leng Keyan didn't argue; she just leaned against the kitchen door frame and watched people smile.

After Yin Siyao finished showering, she returned to the master bedroom wearing a bathrobe and drying her hair.

The main light in the room was off; only a few warm yellow wall lamps and floor lamps were lit.

The floor, from the doorway to the edge of the king-size bed, was covered with a thick layer of vibrant red rose petals.

Beside the bed, Leng Keyan changed into a sharp black suit, a white shirt, and even a bow tie.

He sat upright in an armchair in front of the bed, his back ramrod straight.

His hands were placed on his knees, and his expression was more solemn than ever before, even a little nervous.

Yin Siyao stopped drying her hair, her bathrobe belt hanging loosely.

Her collarbone and a small patch of chest were exposed, and water droplets from her hair dripped down and disappeared into the collar of her bathrobe.

He glanced at the roses scattered on the ground, then at Leng Keyan, who was dressed as if she were going to an awards ceremony, and his lips twitched.

I almost laughed, but my heart was racing. "You've got this whole room full of flowers so late at night. Are you planning to set up a flower stall at the market entrance tomorrow morning?"

Leng Keyan's expression relaxed at these words. She stood up from her chair and walked over to Yin Siyao.

Then, amidst the room filled with roses and soft light, he pulled a small, dark blue velvet box from the inside pocket of his suit.

Upon opening the box, two simple yet exquisitely designed rings lay side by side, gleaming with a warm luster under the light.

Leng Keyan took a step back and knelt down on one knee.

Amidst the fallen rose petals, Leng Keyan looked up at Yin Siyao.

Those eyes, which were always brimming with laughter or slyness, now held only a deep, unfathomable earnestness and sincerity.

"Yin Siyao, will you marry me and become Mrs. Leng?"

The bedroom was extremely quiet, with only the sound of their breathing.

Yin Siyao looked at the two rings, then at Leng Keyan, who was kneeling in front of her, her Adam's apple bobbing slightly with nervousness.

The words spoken in the living room just now surged into his mind again, overlapping with the scene before him, striking his heart.

After several seconds, Yin Siyao raised an eyebrow slightly, her tone carrying a hint of composure and teasing characteristic of an elder.

"Why should I be the one to marry you and become Mrs. Cold?"

Yin Siyao said slowly and deliberately, "Why can't you marry into our Yin family and become a daughter-in-law of the Yin family?"

Leng Keyan was clearly taken aback by Yin Siyao's question and paused for a moment.

But she reacted quickly, her nervousness instantly replaced by a bright smile, and she readily changed her mind: "I'll marry you, Teacher Yin, please marry me!"

The speed of her change of heart and the seamless remarriage completely amused Yin Siyao, and the last trace of her reserve and teasing vanished.

Without saying anything more, he reached out and took out the slightly larger ring from the velvet box in Leng Keyan's hand.

He then took Leng Keyan's hand, lowered his head, and solemnly slipped the ring onto the ring finger of Leng Keyan's left hand.

After doing this, he extended his left hand in front of Leng Keyan, his fingers slightly curled.

Leng Keyan's heart was pounding wildly in her chest, almost bursting out of her chest.

Taking a deep breath, with slightly trembling fingers, she picked up the remaining ring from the box and carefully and reverently slipped it onto the ring finger of Yin Siyao's left hand.

The moment the cool metal ring encircled my fingers, a surge of warmth spread from my fingertips all the way to my heart.

Leng Keyan did not stand up immediately. Instead, while still kneeling, she lowered her head and gently kissed Yin Siyao's ring-adorned finger.

Her voice was filled with happiness and pride, "Now, you're mine, and I'm yours."

Yin Siyao looked at the simple yet meaningful ring on her finger, at the room full of blooming roses, and at this big boy who loved her with all his heart...

He bent down, cupped Leng Keyan's face in his hands, and planted a kiss on her forehead: "Go take a shower, I'll wait for you."