If he could become her man, he should be very happy.

"Bro, why do I get the feeling you can't wait to marry me off as soon as possible?"

Lin Qingze: "Really? Oh my, looks like I accidentally blurted out what's on my mind!"

That immediately enraged Lin Chuxia, who hurled the cushion in her hand at his dog head, saying, "You worthless brother! I'm not getting married, I'm going to stick around at home for life, keeping Mom and Dad company."

"Ah!" Lin Qingze let out a woeful sigh, his face full of sorrow, "If that's the case, then I'm doomed!"

Furious, Lin Chuxia wanted to hit him: "Get lost! I'm really angry now, I don't want to deal with you anymore!"

She huffed out of the room, but not long after, she turned back and demanded, "Lighter and cigarettes, hand them all over!"

Lin Qingze's expression was faintly regretful as he said, "Weren't you angry? Why'd you come back?"

He sighed, then obediently surrendered everything in his pockets.