It took Hua Miaomiao a long while to come to his senses.
He stroked the lip that had been bitten painfully, and retreated to his bedroom with extreme dejection, having no desire to tidy up the chaotic living room.
Although he still loved Chu Qing, he had no intention of remaining single for life, since he was the only boy in the family; he envisioned waiting for the right age to find a suitable girl and start an appropriate family.
So the real meaning of a suitable family, even he didn't understand.
But now, he really didn't want to talk about anything to do with feelings, nor did he want to get married.
It wasn't because his heart hadn't completely let go; he chose to go with the flow, or perhaps to live without love, but with mutual respect.
Yet Jin Lin was like a bomb that suddenly landed beside him, and he was utterly unprepared for it.
Now, as the situation spiraled out of control, he truly didn't know how to clean it up.
