Mu Qiu buried herself in his embrace, letting out a muffled "mm".
"I just feel a bit conflicted."
"No worries, I'm here." He patted her gently, and kissed the top of her head.
She claimed to be rational, yet when it comes to certain things, she only wanted to avoid them and didn't want to say much.
As for marriage...
She didn't seem too resistant, just felt the time wasn't right.
He stroked her hair, looking thoughtful.
They didn't stay upstairs for long, as Cheng Zhirang thought it was impolite, so after a while, he went downstairs to help.
Even though Yuan Chun was adamantly refusing, she ultimately couldn't stop him. He even persuaded Yuan Chun to teach him how to make a dish that Mu Qiu liked.
Rolling up his sleeves while holding the plate, he truly looked quite the part.
