"What if?"
"There are no 'what ifs'," Yu Siqiao lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "I only like you."
Mo Shu suddenly felt a sourness in her nose and chuckled softly.
Yu Siqiao lifted her chin, "What are you thinking about every day? You neither want to get married nor are you afraid I might like someone else. How can you be so domineering?"
Mo Shu pushed his hand away, "Is it you who is domineering, or is it me? And you still have the nerve to say that?"
"How am I domineering?"
"Didn't I just mention this afternoon to put the wedding on hold, and you stormed off? You won't allow me to have my own opinion, isn't that domineering?"
Yu Siqiao: "..."
Mo Shu: "Tell me, isn't it?"
Yu Siqiao gritted his teeth, said resentfully, "I always end up losing an argument to you because you are just better with words."
"That's only because you are unreasonable. If your reasons were stronger than mine, you would definitely win."
