Be a Good Boy and Marry Me

Gu Li hadn’t expected this. In a program that lasted over two and a half hours, she was on screen less than ten times, and those were fleeting glimpses at most.

What was going on?

Even though she wasn’t a celebrity, she was often talked about. So why would the program team treat her this way?

Normally, for the sake of viewership, the program team shouldn’t have done this.

Gu Li frowned, her face perplexed.

After the program ended, she reopened Weibo. As anticipated, the buzz around her had significantly decreased. Even Qiu Yuxin’s fans didn’t seem to berate her as much.

Of course, this was mainly because the program team had edited out her confrontation with Qiu Yuxin, only broadcasting the total score of Qiu Yuxin’s match against Zhou Xiao.

Fans were obviously ignorant of all of this, so how could they possibly hurl invectives?

However, her manga readers, upset by her scarce screen time, were voicing their indignation. This warmed Gu Li’s heart.

Da Ha, who had watched the program from abroad, couldn’t wait to send a WeChat voice message: “Boss, what the hell happened? Why were you barely on screen? I just texted Uncle Yang about this but he hasn’t responded yet.”

Gu Li voiced back: “The program has a limited runtime. I guess they found it harder to cut out other people’s footage.”

“Then we should strive for more on-screen opportunities in the next episode.

Otherwise, your Master won’t get a chance to see you.”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking the same.”

Gu Li spoke seriously.

No sooner had she finished chatting with Da Ha, Mo Shiting arrived home.

When Auntie Guan announced “Young Master”, Gu Li leapt to her feet from the sofa.

Turning around, she came face to face with the man’s gaze.

Recalling her impulsive confession that morning, the girl’s eyes flickered. She quickly looked away.

She hoped he had forgotten about it.

Even though she often flattered him with rainbow farts and sweet talk, this was her first time confessing in such a straightforward manner. It was so embarrassing.

Especially considering he did not respond at all.

Mo Shiting saw through the thoughts of young Gu Li. He smirked, striding towards her.

Gu Li wanted to escape, but she tripped over the corner of the coffee table.

She fell back onto the sofa, rubbing her shin. Muttering under her breath, she complained about her bad luck.

“Are you okay?”

The man’s deep voice echoed from above.

Still rubbing her leg, Gu Li didn’t dare to lift her head. She feigned calmness and asked, “You’re home, have you eaten yet?”

“Yes.”

Mo Shiting nodded slightly, deciding to sit next to her to check her leg, which was slightly red against her fair skin but thankfully not too serious.

But these pieces of furniture needed to be replaced.

After massaging her shin for a while, Gu Li saw from the corner of her eye that he remained seated next to her, not planning to leave. She gnawed at her lip in frustration.

Just as she was fretting about how to diffuse the awkwardness, the man spoke up, “Move into my room tonight.”

What?

Move into his room?

Why?

Gu Li blinked, slowly raising her head to look at him. Her eyes were full of confusion.

Mo Shiting explained in a deep voice, “We’re married, so it’s natural we share a room.”

Just as Gu Li was about to argue, she was silenced by a stern look from him.

Then it dawned on her. Reluctantly, she agreed to his arrangement. “Alright then. I’ll start packing now.”

Before Mo Shiting could respond, she dashed out, faster than a rabbit.

After closing the door to her bedroom, she leaned against it, hands covering her face, and began to shake her head frantically.

Ah, they were really going to share a room, what should she do?

Would she snore in her sleep? Would she drool? Would she talk in her sleep?

What if she accidentally said something she shouldn’t? What then?