Qian Meng's eyes widened a little in surprise.
"Excuse me, I should be telling you that, Mr. I-have-no-emotions," she accused.
"I don't think so."
"Yes. You started everything. You were the one who said that we shouldn't keep any secrets anymore. And you brought up how mushy you feel when you watch me sleep."
"No, you're wrong," he said, shaking his head at her.
"I am not." She moved from her position and settled sideways on his lap.
"Yes, you are. I'm pretty sure you started it the moment you agreed to marry me."
Qian Meng's heart fluttered again.
"Are you about to go all mushy on me again? You are the one who fought to make the marriage enticing to me. I think you liked me for a long time before that!" she accused.
"Okay, enough mushiness for now." He laughed.
"For now." She smiled.
