Li Qingshen spoke slowly and unhurriedly, "Mrs. Li's new song... it rolls off the tongue much better now..."
Ling Momo was startled for a moment before she caught the implication in Li Qingshen's words. She pouted slightly and lazily snuggled back into Li Qingshen's embrace, continuing to nibble on the apple at her leisure.
Holding Ling Momo in his arms, Li Qingshen looked radiant, increasingly feeling that "Mrs. Li, Mrs. Li" sounded much more pleasant than "Miss Ling."
The initial thought of marriage seemed to him the most secure and proper promise he could offer within his capabilities.
It sounds somewhat funny: he had lived for twenty-eight years and had never been in a relationship, filled with deep affection, yet it was only a secret love. Therefore, rushing into marriage made him feel that life was somewhat regrettable, as love and marriage felt distinctly different.
