Xi Meng was afraid he would overthink it.
"Then why let me stay at your house?"
When Qiao Yi asked her, he was also a bit nervous.
The sun was a bit strong outside, but Qiao Yi's gaze on her remained unchanged.
Xi Meng glanced outside at the fine weather, then smiled faintly. She was very calm, then turned back to him: "If you're scared, we can break up, don't be nervous, you have the right to decide."
"What? What do you mean by that?"
Qiao Yi felt very uncomfortable, he even stopped the waiter from letting them order with a look.
He seemed to be smiling, yet it was somewhat awe-inspiring.
But Xi Meng wasn't afraid of him. Having known him for so many years, she had long gotten used to his various moods.
"Aren't you even more scared after coming out of my house? Are you afraid that I'll force you to marry me, isn't that so?"
Xi Meng looked at him and candidly exposed the truth, although her tone was still moderate.
Qiao Yi...
"Order!"
