"Mu Qiuniang." Mu Qiuniang did not introduce which characters her name was composed of.
"Your name is so elegant. Is your family a scholarly one? Otherwise, how did your parents come up with such a name? Qiuniang, can I call you Qiuniang?" His eyes were full of expectation, as if he was very afraid of her refusal.
Mu Qiuniang hesitated for a moment and nodded.
Her nodding immediately made his eyes shine with joy: "What does Qiuniang usually like to do? I mean, do we have a chance to do it together in the future? For example, looking for delicious food, or spending an afternoon in a particularly interesting café?"
Tong Raosheng was playing the role of someone very interested in her tirelessly. Although he seemed like the big brother next door, he also felt a bit shy and embarrassed when meeting a girl he liked, which made him appear somewhat clumsy.
"If my husband agrees." Mu Qiuniang obviously was not on the same page.
