Zhang Bing walked over to the door with a serious expression and opened his mouth, "Will you. . ."
Bai Lingling's eyes widened as several possibilities flew past her mind, 'Will you be my girlfriend?', 'Will you marry me?', 'Will you -'
"move in with me?"
". . ." Out of all possibilities, that was not what Bai Lingling expected.
"Move in with you?
Zhang Bing nodded his head and walked over to Bai Lingling, "You are right. I liked Yinghui, and I may still like her now. However, it is time for me to move on, and we already. . . so I am hoping you can move in with me so we can get to know each other and strengthen our relationship."
Bai Lingling didn't respond. So. . . was she a trial girlfriend?
Zhang Bing seemed nervous that Bai Lingling wasn't responding, so he quickly added, "You don't have to agree if you don't want to. I'm just. . . Never mind. It's okay."
