Leng Xiaoxie turned his face towards her direction and spoke seriously.
"Memoria... when you come back, shall we get married?"
Imitating his posture by lying on the bed, Memoria turned her face to look at him. Instead of sparring with him, she seriously asked.
"Leng Xiaoxie... do you really want to marry me?"
He responded with just one simple word.
"Yes."
There was no hesitation, no uncertainty; his tone was neither exaggerated nor difficult, just a simple direct word.
She was about to leave, and he had no time for any more cat-and-mouse games with her.
He wanted her, wanted to be with her, get married, live a life, have kids... it was just that simple and direct.
Memoria bit her lip.
"But... you've never said you love me."
"Silly, love is not something you just say," Leng Xiaoxie gave her a sideways glance, "Love is something you do."
She blushed.
"Can you be a little more serious?"
