Xu Changqing had always known there was something wrong with her, but she never expected that Shen Weimin, who so often coaxed and comforted her, was actually not much more normal than she was.
Mentioning it once or twice was an attempt to subtly let the idea sink in, but this time, he'd even said "there's no room for negotiation." It seemed his case was anything but mild.
'He really has shouldered a huge responsibility.' "Do you have any idea how much you're slowing down my sword-drawing speed?" 'And he still dares to mention kids? Isn't he afraid I'll get scared and run off!'
"What speed does a salted fish need?" Shen Weimin patted her butt. "Don't be nervous. Didn't I say there's a prerequisite? If we can't have one, then there's nothing we can do."
Heh heh.
'I'm supposed to thank you for that?'
"Let's go. Time for dinner." 'We can talk about the kid thing later; any more of this and she'll fly off the handle. I have to take it slow. Scaring her away would be a huge loss.'
