'Make up for it? He wants to make up for it? How many things is he planning on buying for the proposal?' Qin Lianyi was speechless.
Once they arrived at the Qin family’s house, Qin Lianyi unbuckled the seat belt to get down but saw Bai Tingxin still sitting in his seat, seemingly in a daze.
"What's the matter? Aren’t you getting out?" she asked.
As if he just suddenly came back to his senses, he looked at her, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm getting out."
However, when Bai Tingxin went upstairs with Qin Lianyi while carrying so many things, Qin Lianyi suddenly looked at him and said, "What's the matter? Is it hot? Your forehead is sweating."
She said as she held a tissue and slightly stood on her tiptoes to wipe off his sweat.
"I'm nervous," he answered.
"Nervous?" A look of surprise flashed through her eyes. "Why are you nervous? Haven’t you been seeing my parents very often these days? Besides, I'm sure they won't object when you tell them about us getting a marriage license!"
'Even so, I'm still nervous!' Bai Tingxin had always been calm no matter the situation, so he found it unbelievable himself. No matter how big a deal was, he could always face it calmly.
However, the thought of going to her parents to ask to marry their only daughter made him nervous. He was worried about saying the wrong thing in front of the two elderly.
He loved her, so the deeper the love, the more nervous he was and the more he could not bear the risk of losing her.
"I'm just worried that your parents are still a little dissatisfied with me and don't think I'm the best candidate to be their son-in-law," said Bai Tingxin.
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