Qi Younian was initially startled, then looked at Meng Qiuyan baffledly, "Qiuyou, this isn't good."
At hearing the name 'Qiuyou,' Meng Qiuyan's heart fluttered, and she felt overwhelmed. She put down the bowl of porridge she was holding onto a side table and raised her eyebrows at Qi Younian, who was feigning illness.
Under such a gaze, Qi Younian felt somewhat guilty. Clutching his injured arm, he stared at Meng Qiuyan, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Meng Qiuyan, "Qi Younian, the matter is over."
He was taken aback, not expecting Meng Qiuyan to say something like this. After a moment of stun, he smiled slightly, "Yeah, it's almost over."
He reached out and pulled Meng Qiuyan's hand into his palm, "Once it's completely over, let's get married."
Meng Qiuyan huffed, "Do you think I can just let you have your way like that?"
Qi Younian shook his head, his face buried in her palm, "No, I just feel, I want to be with you forever, that's all."
Meng Qiuyan: "..."
