Having said that, he gently rubbed Wen Jing's head with his hand, very affectionately.
Propose marriage?
Wen Jing stared at the man in front of her, feeling as if she were dreaming. Were they already talking about marriage?
It felt unreal to her. "We've only been dating for two or three months, and we're getting married already?"
That seemed way too fast.
Zhou Sicheng retorted, "I like you and want to marry you. What does that have to do with how long it's been?"
Without waiting for Wen Jing to answer, he threw another question at her, "Don't you want to marry me?"
Instinctively, Wen Jing nodded, "Yes!"
Very sure of herself, as if afraid of missing out.
After responding, she felt shy and embarrassed, her face turning red, her gaze shifting from side to side, too embarrassed to look at Zhou Sicheng.
Zhou Sicheng knew she was feeling shy and hugged her. "Don't be shy; you performed well last night."