“Really? Please give me a chance to pursue you,” he was still nervous, afraid of losing her.
“Of course! But future plans must be made together!”
“Yes,” he nodded cautiously, seeming to think of something and breaking into a big smile.
Lin Qianzhu playfully pinched his relaxed cheek, “Don’t force yourself to change, or you’ll age quickly.”
“I’m not afraid of aging, just afraid of you running away,” nervousness still lingered, his palms sweating.
“Don’t worry,” seeing his unease, she decided to obediently confess, “Actually, the marriage was fake, just to motivate you. Don’t be angry, okay?”
“I know.”
“Ah! When did you find out?”
“The questions Xiang Jie asked were what Zhong Yi was most concerned about.” Initially, because of his bad mood, he hadn’t noticed Zhong Yi suddenly becoming so opportunistic and despicable.
“Um… are you angry?”
Feng Shaohao placed his palm on her cheek, “Well planned.”
“Why?”
He tried hard to think how to answer, “I finally understand how unsettled your heart was back then, like continuously investing without returns. Anyone would be afraid of going bankrupt.”
“Ah!” Lin Qianzhu was amused by him.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have used investment as a metaphor.”
“No, you described it well. I love hearing you talk. Promise not to be so reserved in the future, okay?” For her, just him being willing to express himself was worth being happy about.
“Yes,” he was still used to speaking briefly.
“Is there anything else you want to tell me?” He was still the same, stopping talking unless asked, but after his declaration, this situation became interesting because of the sweetness.
“A lot, but I don’t know how to say it,” he furrowed his brow, feeling he was still terrible.
Lin Qianzhu stood on tiptoe, embracing his neck, whispering in his ear, “Do you remember what you said in the church yesterday?”
“Qianzhu, don’t marry him?” His memory was good.
“Not that sentence!”
“Qianzhu, I love you, marry me!” After saying this, he paused, understanding she was waiting for a proposal, and became nervous again, “Can I really?”
“Hehe! What else? I won’t let you go back on your word!” Her hand circled his fingers, eagerly wanting to put a wedding ring on him.
