In these leisurely and carefree days, Qingqing has adapted quite well, yet remains very particular.
It seems that this particularity is deeply ingrained in her bones, impossible to remove.
Suddenly, Su Yi Jing turned his head, calling out to Qingqing as he looked at her, "Qingqing."
"Hmm?"
"Am I good to you?"
Though she didn't understand why Su Yi Jing asked this, Qingqing answered honestly, "Yes."
"Then let's get married."
"..."
"Not good?"
"..."
"I don't like you being silent on this matter."
"...I don't know what to say," Qingqing's voice was small.
"You know what Qingqing means, right?"
"..." Yes, she knew.
Seeing Qingqing not speak, Su Yi Jing continued, "The term of endearment between husband and wife. From the start, I expressed what I meant, and you didn't oppose it, you accepted this name."
His sharpness made her feel uneasy; getting up, she wanted to leave.
