"...You're forcing us to be on the same page."
Actually, Su Qiao felt that there was something a little strange about his personality.
But she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
He came across to her as calm and self-possessed, with no shortage of gentlemanly manners. He understood social etiquette and had an impeccable sense of boundaries. He wasn't impatient or reckless in anything he did, but neither did he shrink back.
"Mm. From this moment on, I've decided to do my best to stand at the same starting line as you." Cen Mohan nodded earnestly, as though reaffirming his resolve.
He pushed a plate of freshly peeled shrimp in front of her. "Give me a chance. How about it?"
Was this a confession?
"Not how about it."
She didn't want to fall into the grave of marriage so soon.
She knew this man's personality inside and out.
The moment she nodded, he could move in with her tomorrow, and then drag her off to register their marriage.
After that would come the wedding and a long honeymoon trip. None of it would be avoidable.
Cen Mohan frowned slightly, puzzled. "Am I not handsome enough? Is my face not attractive enough? Or is my physique not good enough?"
Didn't she like handsome men?
He considered himself fairly good-looking, and his physique was decent too.
The two of them had gotten along very happily these past few days, which showed that there were no problems with their personalities or habits.
"You're too tall. I'm jealous."
Su Qiao made an unreasonable argument and casually came up with an excuse.
"When you stand in front of me, you're like a wall. Even the sunlight can't get through."
Cen Mohan took off his gloves, propped his chin on his hand, and