He was slightly stunned, his heart aching, as if he hadn't expected her answer.
"I don't care."
This left Qiao Mo dazed, lowering her eyes and saying again, "I don't like being tied down."
"As long as you're happy."
"Even if we get married, I want a sexless marriage."
He gazed at her, slowly speaking, "Alright."
After a brief conversation, both fell silent.
Until the pot beside them started boiling, Qiao Mo looked at him and said slowly, "You know I'm with you just so you can donate blood to Chenchen, right?"
"I don't mind."
"Alright, then find some time... to register the marriage."
Qiao Mo turned around and continued chopping vegetables.
There was a glimmer in his eyes, like a delighted child: "Tomorrow, I'll have Uncle Zhong move your and Chenchen's things over."
"Let's talk after registering."
He felt a bit disappointed, yet satisfied at the thought that she was willing to register the marriage with him.
