Qin Qingqing blinked her eyes, her little face filled with confusion, "Since Brother Ziyi isn't looking for a mistress, why won't you let me say that I'm going to marry you when I grow up?"
She hadn't mentioned that she's been living at Brother Ziyi's house all this time.
Not only that, but she often slept with Brother Ziyi...
Of course, that was when they were little; since she turned six, Brother Ziyi wouldn't let her sleep with him anymore.
But every night, he'd stay with her until she fell asleep before going back to his own room.
Years passed like this, consistently.
Qin Qingqing might be young, and doesn't know what love or dating means, but she really, really liked Brother Ziyi.
She wanted to always be with Brother Ziyi.
And wanted Brother Ziyi to be good to her forever.
