Facing Qin Ruojing's serious gaze, Chu Ge grinned, "That's my wife, do I even need to be asked?"
Qin Ruojing pinched her temples, "I've already said I hope you take this seriously for once. Why do you still have that flippant attitude, not even taking a second to think? Really... sigh..."
"Who said I'm not serious? Does it have to be a deep, affectionate gaze, raising three fingers like the male leads in Taiwanese idol dramas who transform from a domineering CEO to a gentle little lamb to confess sincerely to be considered serious?"
Chu Ge amusingly lifted the corners of his mouth and stroked Qin Ruojing's cheek.
"I've certainly thought about this question of yours, and not just once. So now I don't need to think about it even for a millisecond. You are my wife, my thermos; the woman who, at the thought of, makes me feel warm and secure, and who I hope to spend my life with."
Qin Ruojing was stunned and pursed her lips slightly, "Will you always think this way?"
