Be a Good Boy and Marry Me

Seeing Gu Li’s reaction to her appearance, without any coldness, distance, or confrontation, Gu Susu was somewhat unaccustomed.

“Hmm!”

She pretended to clear her throat and said with an air of superiority, “What, can’t it be me? This is the only way to my private courtyard.”

She lived next door, and indeed passed by Gu Li’s house every day.

As soon as she finished speaking, without waiting for Gu Li’s response, she blurted out: “This handsome guy must be Mo… Mo…”

As she was saying this, she turned her gaze towards Mo Shiting. But when she saw his stunningly handsome face, she was left speechless.

What the hell!

He’s incredibly handsome!

He’s even several times more handsome than Brother Si.

Is there any justice in the world?

Unfair!

How could Heaven allow such inequality…

Being a self-proclaimed “face dog,” Gu Susu felt very unbalanced.

How could anyone in this world be more handsome than Brother Si?

Ahh, so annoying!

If she knew Mo Shiting was this handsome, she would have never tried to set him up with Gu Li.

Now that the rice was cooked, could she still break them up?

The more Gu Susu thought about it, the more frustrated she became. Her thoughts were written all over her face, and all were noticed by Gu Li.

This love-struck fool….

Gu Li subtly positioned herself between Mo Shiting and Gu Susu, not allowing him to be ogled by Gu Susu.

“Have you had enough? Isn’t it time to go back to your place?”

“Hmph!”

Finally snapping back to reality, Gu Susu glared at Gu Li, “Brother Si is still the most handsome! Brother Si is the best!”

Having said this, she stomped her foot and angrily stormed off.

Watching her gradually distant figure, Gu Li smiled and explained to Mo Shiting, “That’s my second uncle’s daughter, Gu Susu. She has always enjoyed arguing with me since we were kids. She can be a bit mean but she’s actually pretty innocent.”

“I see.”

Mo Shiting nodded slightly.

Gu Li gave him a sideways glance, somewhat displeased, “Were you looking at her just now?”

Mo Shiting:”…

She gets jealous so easily, she’s going to end up a sourpuss.

As they entered the small courtyard, a two-story house suddenly appeared before their eyes.

Though externally unremarkable, the interior decoration was extraordinarily warm, much like its host.

“Brother Ting, on the first floor, there’s a living room and kitchen, and upstairs are the study and bedroom,” Gu Li enthusiastically showed Mo Shiting around her house before finally leading him into the bedroom.

Upon opening the door, they were greeted by a variety of stuffed animals scattered across the bed, floor, and couch. From Mickey Mouse to Donald Duck, from Doraemon to Teddy Bears—any cartoon character you could think of could be found here.

Mo Shiting couldn’t help but tease, “Your house looks like a toy store.”

“I’m just childlike,” Gu Li replied, her eyes curved in a smile. Casually picking up a Doraemon, she asked,” Brother Ting, I usually eat alone at home most of the time. It’s just the two of us tonight. What would you like to eat? I can have fresh ingredients delivered and cook it myself.”

As soon as he heard her offer to cook, Mo Shiting glanced at her hands and seriously said, “I’ll do it.”

“Ah?”

Gu Li looked surprised. She didn’t expect that Brother Ting would want to cook himself.

Although he wasn’t good at it, practice makes perfect.

So Gu Li didn’t decline. “Okay, okay. Then, I want to eat fish head tofu soup.”

“Okay.”

“And pig trotters.”

“Okay.”

“And braised pork.”

Mo Shiting: “Why is everything meat?”

“I’m hungry.”

The girl bit her lip, melodramatically pitifully asked as she looked at him, “Won’t Brother Ting let me eat meat?”

“Yes”

After saying this, Mo Shiting got closer to her, his magnetic voice low and tinged with seductive innuendo, “You can eat anything you want, including… me!”

Boom—

Gu Li’s face turned red immediately. “Stop it!”

“Really, you don’t like it? Huh?”

Mo Shiting moved even closer.

Gu Li’s heart beating rapidly, she hastily stuffed Doraemon into his arms and quickly ran away.

“Heh.”

Seeing her retreat in flustered haste, Mo Shiting chuckled, casually placed Doraemon on the couch, and followed her out with his hands in his pockets.

Downstairs, Gu Li was lying on the bar counter, on the phone instructing servants to deliver the ingredients.

Mo Shiting squinted at her from a distance, deciding not to approach. Instead, he went to the opposite sofa area, crossed his legs and took a seat.

At that moment, his phone, tucked in his pocket, buzzed.

He took it out to see a text message from Lu Yang.

“Young Master, we’ve settled down in a safe place not too far from the Gu family. You can come and go as you wish..”