She had a girlish heart too, after all.
At a moment this important, she naturally hoped Qianyi would respond as he usually did—with poetry she could not understand at all, yet still found gentle.
Of course, compared to poetry, she would have preferred to fall into a solid embrace right now, their bodies making up for the absence of a heart on the other side of each other's chest, using that wordless warmth to confirm the weight of their mutual feelings.
And yet, at such an important moment—when she had finally decided to confess her feelings, when she had painstakingly gathered the courage to expose her softest, most vulnerable self—Qianyi's attention, like a lost bird, had landed on a completely unrelated branch.
She could not help feeling annoyed.
"Before this, Seele, I did think you were feminine. It's just..." The corners of Qianyi's lips curled up as he explained, "Words like 'marry me' are usually said by a man to a woman, asking her to marry him, join his family, and form a new family together. As the woman, saying something like that naturally makes people think you intend to completely cast off your current female identity and become the manliest of men."
"Who the hell understands all that?!" Seele had never studied such things, so naturally she did not know there were so many twists and turns.
In her view, since she liked Qianyi and intended to confess to him, then words carrying that kind of initiative were naturally something she should say herself.
Yes, she had to say it.
"I never went to school, so I don't know how to say things beautifully. But I want you, Qianyi, to be with me. Every day, every hour, every second—I want us to be together."
"If you dislike that I'm