Chen Ziqian rested one hand flat on the dining table and propped his chiseled jaw with the other, watching her with a slight smile on his face.
She seemed somewhat nervous, hanging her head low and hastily drinking her porridge to cover her unease, "Moving in is fine, but we should sleep in separate rooms. That kind of thing should wait until after marriage."
"What kind of thing?" he deliberately asked, making her face visibly flush, "You know, that kind of thing..."
He teased her again, "Which kind?"
"Chen Ziqian..." Shanshan raised her head, her face as red as a ripe tomato when she glared at him, making him want to take a bite. He just looked at her playfully, and she said indignantly, "Just don't get any other ideas. We have to behave properly until after the wedding."
"I'm suggesting you move in just to make it easier to look after you." He withdrew his hand from his chin, reached over, ruffled her hair, and smiled, "Don't get the wrong idea."
