"I didn't want any leaks that might ruin the process... Wait, I'm not saying I don't trust you—"
"I know what you're trying to say. It's okay."
Seeing the happiness disappear on Houqin's face as she turned over to the computer, Xiaoyun knew he fucked up.
"Hey, Houqin."
"What?"
"Do you want to get married before I go on this trip at the end of November?"
The question shocked Houqin once again. Her brain was unable to process it as she sat there in silence for a whole second.
"Y-You serious? W-Why are you suddenly p-proposing this?"
Houqin questioned, her face starting to blush redder and redder as she couldn't look back at him in the eyes.
"Because I love you," Xiaoyun said quietly. "I don't want to live in regret when I might not..."
Xiaoyun fell silent, the rest of his words caught in his throat. He didn't need to finish—she already understood.
"Don't say that kind of stuff, you dummy."
