Jiang Qiuqiu wore an expression of pure shock.
She was so shocked that even Mo Si felt a little flustered.
"What's wrong?" Mo Si asked hesitantly. "Qiuqiu, you... don't want to marry me?"
"..."
"Why are you suddenly bringing up marriage?" Jiang Qiuqiu said, a little exasperated. "This isn't about whether I want to or not. The timing is all wrong."
"The timing is wrong?" Mo Si was just as confused. "How is it wrong?"
"We just started dating."
"But we've known each other for a while. You like me, and I like you. We like each other, so isn't this the right time to get married?"
"That's right, it's not," Jiang Qiuqiu said, her gaze steady.
"Why?"
"The reasons are... complicated."
"I want to hear the complicated reasons."
Well, what was supposed to be a morning spent curled up on the sofa meditating and sparring with their spiritual power had inexplicably turned into an exchange of views on love and marriage.
