Cheng Zhirang put down his chopsticks and knife, reached across the dining table to hold her hand, looked at her with Lian Yan's beautiful eyes, and gently asked, "Then can you promise me?"
Mu Qiu, hit in the heart by his good looks: "... It's not impossible."
If last night when she was pushing and hitting him, Cheng Zhirang had used this face as a shield, she probably wouldn't have been able to continue hitting him.
Good thing he used his hand to block her at the time.
But as for promising him...
"How about this, you're busy anyway, we spend two or three days a week living together, the rest of the time we can focus on our own stuff, is that okay?"
She could treat those days like going to attend a hobby class, happily going and happily coming back.
Cheng Zhirang lowered his eyes, picked up his chopsticks and knife to continue slicing the sweet pepper pancake, his expression visibly forlorn and vulnerable.
Mu Qiu: "?"
When did he learn this trick?
