"Don't you think this is moving too fast?" Qu Fulan was bewildered for quite a while before squeezing out this sentence.
The first day was the blind date, the second day a private mansion visit, and by the third day, they're considering cohabitation!
It's as if taking a rocket to the moon.
The man spoke as if he was commenting on the good weather today, "Maintaining a superior-subordinate relationship is not conducive for the development of our feelings. Cohabitation would allow for better adjustment."
Isn't this just being shameless? If the adjustment doesn't work, she'll end up with nothing.
The boss then said, "Cohabitation but separate rooms, you don't need to worry."
Qu Fulan may not have eaten pork, but she's seen pigs run; men saying things like this are as unreliable as promises made in bed. Once inside the den of thieves, her fate is no longer hers to dictate.
She decisively refused.
"No, I still think it's too fast; I can't adapt."
