"besides......"

Chen Lu nodded and continued muttering to himself, but he only realized what he was saying halfway through, and his movements came to an abrupt halt.

His mind had processed what was happening, but his body remained frozen in place, as if it were still out of his control, his mouth slightly open, his eyes blinking as he stared at her.

The girl's words suddenly exploded in his head like a muffled thunderclap. The living room was quiet, and apart from the faint tinnitus, he could only hear his own heart pounding more and more rapidly.

Liang Zhirou had let it slip in a moment of impulse, and seeing his reaction, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She turned her face away and muttered to herself:

"You were the one who said you were dreaming and told me to be bolder..."

Besides, she wasn't lying; it really was her wish, perhaps even her biggest wish, without exception.

"It's almost April now... My birthday is in May, and yours is in October, so we can wait another six months at most."

Chen Lu looked away and said in a low voice. After speaking, he cleared his throat, trying to temporarily change the subject.

He had to admit that he did have an impulse to rush up, pick up the silly boy, spin him around a couple of times, and even ask Uncle Mo to help change his birth date.

Damn, he works so hard every day, adding firewood and water, and he has to think long and hard before each move. He's really working himself to the bone to boil the frog.

As it turns out, this silly girl can sometimes completely break down his defenses with just two sentences, leaving him completely flustered...

It has a kind of aesthetic appeal, like when you've spent ages trying to outplay someone, only to have your health bar wiped out by a single, deliberate punch.

It's fortunate that he acquired the famous sword, Siming.

This silly, idiotic character is a numerical monster; how can we play it if we don't nerf it?

“I’ve noted it down. Is there anything else?” he asked softly.

"Let me think about it some more..."

Liang Zhirou lowered her head and began tidying up the documents spread out on the coffee table—in fact, Chen Lu had already tidied them up; she had simply made the already piled-up documents even neater.

Just then, the setting sun was blocked by another building in the distance, and the living room immediately darkened. The deepening night covered the blush on the girl's earlobes.

The girl tapped the edge of the document on the table, making a continuous clicking sound, as if mixed with a little bit of annoyance.

What does it mean to write it down?

I really want to headbutt this person...

Chen Lu also pretended to be nonchalant and turned his gaze to the side, creating an unusually awkward atmosphere.

"I want to see what's inside Kinder Surprise eggs. Can I add that to my wish list?"

"Of course you can! My childhood dream was to buy a Want Want gift pack."

Chen Lu breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Master Chen was more skilled and changed the subject.

We cannot respond to this matter now.

After all, he'll have to propose to her in the future.

He should have been the one to confess first. He had already rehearsed what he wanted to say several times in his mind, but he was caught in a hug by this silly guy and fell silent. In the end, he didn't say a word.

It's bad enough that Liang Zhirou overtook me and intercepted my confession once, but what if she gets the first move when I propose in the future...?

Then wouldn't Master Chen have lost miserably?

If you spend half a day boiling a frog and still don't know what you've cooked, people will probably gossip about it for the rest of their lives.

And what if, in the future, the child asks, "Dad, how did you and Mom get together?" or "How did you propose to Mom?" Are you going to say that Mom proposed first?

Chen Lu gasped in fear and shook his head vigorously.

He could already picture that disappointed and disdainful look in her eyes.

No, absolutely not.

Confessing your feelings can't be undone, so let bygones be bygones, but you must plan ahead for what hasn't happened yet.

Master Chen suddenly chuckled to himself.

Ultimately, saying "I like you" is just a playful banter between young lovers; even precocious elementary school students say it these days.

Pediatrics.

The real event is the wedding.

If he can plan a marriage proposal that will move this simpleton to tears, Chen Lu will have turned the tables in one fell swoop.

What would a normal couple usually do in this situation?

Unaware that she had been completely arranged for her, Liang Zhirou subconsciously asked a question. Because of Chen Lu's wish list, she felt that their way of getting along was a little different from other people's.

Chen Lu tossed the orange segment the girl handed him into the air, then caught it with his mouth, saying in a nonchalant tone:

"We'll book a hotel room."

At six o'clock in the evening, dusk fell and night enveloped the entire city of Hangzhou, exuding an atmosphere of peace and tranquility.

"Hello, would you like to reserve a double room?"

The hotel receptionist's gentle voice reached Chen Lu's ears, and his lips twitched twice, his mind momentarily blank.

It's unclear whether his response was somewhat erratic or if Liang Zhirou's thought process was still flawed.

In short, the two of them really did come here.

He casually asked if she wanted to go, but to his surprise, Liang Zhirou blushed and immediately agreed.

So his brain is still in a state of shutdown and can't function at all.

Upon hearing this, Liang Zhirou wanted to run away on the spot. She turned her gaze to the side and casually reached out to tidy up the stray hairs on her cheek.

Then, as if intending to wander around, they started to leave the front desk and walk to the welcoming pine tree in the middle of the lobby.

Chen Lu wasn't about to give her that chance. He put his bag down, grabbed her arm tightly, and wouldn't let her desert.

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