Seeing Qin Er sleeping soundly on the bed, and knowing that she might genuinely like him, Jiang Lin felt rather conflicted.
Then he recalled how, when Matchmaker Old Man had been deceiving him, Qin Er had looked as though she wanted to say something but could not. Jiang Lin knew that Matchmaker Old Man had cast a Silence Spell on her...
But when Matchmaker Old Man had said he would marry his "little granddaughter" to him, Qin Er had first stared blankly, then been overcome with delighted surprise, and finally grown sweetly bashful...
After that, even when his amnesiac self had been deceived by Matchmaker Old Man time and again, she had never said a word... As if she had tacitly accepted the fact...
There was only one explanation for all of this!
Qin Er had simply wanted to use this opportunity to marry him.
By the time he recovered his memories, the uncooked rice would not merely have been cooked into a meal. After another year, their child might even be old enough to run errands...
"sigh... What am I supposed to do? How did this silly girl fall for me?"
Jiang Lin sighed softly and tucked the strands of hair beside her cheek behind her ear.
Just as Jiang Lin was about to withdraw his hand, the girl tightly hugged his palm to her chest. The corners of her lips curved sweetly upward, and her rosy lips mumbled something hazily.
Jiang Lin leaned closer to listen, and only then heard the two words clearly: "senior."
"Silly girl."
Jiang Lin gently pinched her smooth, tender cheek.
The girl pouted slightly, but after catching Jiang Lin's scent, she rubbed her little face against his hand again and again.
Did Qin Er truly like him, or had she blurred her dependence