"I don't want a husband who doesn't even care about his own body."
Shuqing's words instantly made An Bai's eyes light up.
He thought he was feverish and hallucinating, but he couldn't help but ask, "Chenchen, did I just hear you call me your future husband?"
Shuqing looked at him, eager to know, and couldn't help but tease him, saying, "No way, you must have heard wrong."
An Bai's eyes, which had just been shining, instantly became dull.
An Bai was originally handsome, and those dimmed eyes made Shuqing realize her feelings. Seeing him like this, she couldn't refuse him. She cleared her throat and said, "Xiao Bai, you haven't even proposed to me, and you want to be my husband?"
Shuqing playfully leaned forward and said, "We haven't officially dated or been in a relationship; how can we skip that step?"
"That's not right."
Shuqing said seriously, and as she spoke, it was clear that An Bai's eyes were filled with brightness again.
An Bai was stunned, and frozen.
