Later, Cheng Zhirang asked Mu Qiu a question, feeling uneasy.
"Was the proposal too informal? I didn't wear the clothes you like, didn't style myself, wasn't at a place you love, and didn't even hand you roses myself."
Mu Qiu had a book spread on her lap. She was engrossed in reading, and on hearing him, casually patted his thigh, read another page, then looked up and said:
"I didn't think so. I thought it was very romantic. A proposal should be sudden, like giving me a surprise, right? Watching the sunrise that day, I didn't expect you to propose. That was already a surprise.
If you had planned everything and conspired with others to trick me into a proposal, it probably wouldn't have been a surprise. Don't underestimate a woman's perception, I would definitely see through any prior preparations."
"That's good. I was afraid you'd find it too simple."
Cheng Zhirang clasped her hand, intertwining their fingers.
