Lin Lan glanced at him quickly and said, “Um, let’s talk about it when we get back.”
Han Qingsong still had his large hand on her waist. Taking a half step forward, he rubbed her nose with the tip of his own and asked in a low voice, “You want a boyfriend, eh?”
Lin Lan’s face suddenly turned into a burning cloud. She was a little dizzy with how intensely he was staring. Nevertheless, when he spoke in such a tone and volume, she felt her ears were probably getting a bit dizzy as well.
Her head was spinning too.
What did he mean by that? Is he suspicious of me or is he purely curious as to what a boyfriend is?
How was she going to end this topic quickly?
Lin Lan simply hooked her arms around his neck and took the initiative to move forward to kiss him, but he did not cooperate. Instead, he held her face and looked straight at her.
“Who do you want to be your boyfriend?”
Lin Lan, I’m going crazy.
“Do you not want to volunteer?” She decided to turn her back on herself.
Han Qingsong moved his arms to lift her up.
Suddenly hanging in the air, Lin Lan was so frightened that she quickly hooked her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. Then, she said coquettishly, “Hey, please pay attention to the potential effect.”
What if someone came in now?
Han Qingsong held her and took a step back, leaving her completely suspended in the air. She could only cling to him with both legs and arms as he asked, “What is a boyfriend?”
Lin Lan, I see, he didn’t realise that he was fooled.
Han Qingsong, “Don’t try and fool me.”
“They are young men and women who love each other and express their feelings, but are not officially married.”
“Does being engaged count?”
“Those who are engaged are fiances, which is a step further than being a boyfriend.”
Han Qingsong frowned. Several faces flashed through his mind and he felt very unhappy.
Lin Lan felt a little bad and couldn’t help but smile.
“So, you want a divorce?” His voice suddenly became gloomy.
Lin Lan’s heart pounded and she quickly reassured him, “No, no, don’t get me wrong.”
Why did her brain freeze up and explain things this way?
“Why do you want a boyfriend?” He asked.
Lin Lan closed her eyes and confessed as if she was resigned to her fate, “Just dating, shopping, watching movies, driving on the road, eating, chatting, and travelling.”
“There’s no sleeping involved,” he captured sensitively.
Lin Lan, you’re focusing on the wrong thing.
But if she stated that sleeping together shouldn’t occur before an engagement, would that make things worse?
The desire of hers to survive overpowered her bravery as she replied, “Of course not.”
Han Qingsong’s complexion seemed to look better.
“Did you have a boyfriend before?” he asked.
Lin Lan’s heart skipped a beat again. What did he mean by that? Was he asking if she had someone else in mind? Of course she had a boyfriend before she was reincarnated.
She smiled to hide her surprise, “Don’t put words in my mouth, alright? I married you when I was 16 and I knew nothing— how could I have a boyfriend?”
“Mm,” Han Qingsong thought for a moment and did not continue asking her about it. After all, he didn’t suspect a person easily.
But it was fun to tease her.
“Okay, approved,” Han Qingsong put her back on the table, not bothering to ask her where she learned all these nonsensical terms and definitions.