Dilraba's rise to fame began with her appearance on Running Man.

Dilraba was still sitting in the chair, holding the skewer of grilled meat in her hand, looking adorably silly.

She looked at Deng Zhe, then at the bouquet of flowers, and blinked twice.

"You…" Dilraba asked softly, a hint of expectation in her eyes, "What are you going to do with the flowers?"

Deng Zhe didn't answer. He took two steps forward and stopped in front of Reba.

Kneel on one knee.

Reba was startled and quickly stood up to help him. "What...what are you doing? Stop playing the princess knight game."

Dilraba instinctively felt that Deng Zhe was playing tricks on her again; she was already a little tired of that princess-knight routine.

Deng Zhe knelt upright. He looked up at her, holding the bouquet of roses in his hands.

"Reba." Deng Zhe put away his playful smile and looked serious. "From October 20th to now, twenty-three days."

"For these twenty-three days, I've been watching you every single day. I've watched you wake up groggily in the morning, watched your cheeks puff out when you eat, watched your serious expression when you're recording the show, watched you laugh, watched you get angry, and watched you throw a little tantrum."

"From the day I met you, I fell in love with you! Call it lust at first sight or love at first glance, I just want to tell you, I love you!"

Deng Zhe pushed the roses in his hand forward.

"Dilraba, I like you." Deng Zhe said directly, "It's not for the show, it's not to make you happy, I really like you."

I love your lively and quirky personality, your earnestness when you're serious, your adorable silliness when we bicker, and your cuteness when you're greedy. I love everything about you! Everything about you!

"I know we haven't known each other for long, only twenty-three days! But I still want to tell you my feelings today!"

"Dilraba...would you like to be my girlfriend?"

Reba listened to him with wide eyes, and her eyes involuntarily began to moisten.

"You...you said you started liking me a very, very long time ago?"

"Yes, the moment I saw you through the windshield, my heart was filled with you without me even realizing it!"

Dilraba looked down at Deng Zhe, "Then when did you realize you liked me?"

Deng Zhe thought for a moment: "It was probably the first time you ate my cooking and said it was delicious."

Dilraba was taken aback: "So early?"

"Mmm." Deng Zhe nodded. "You ate two bowls of rice that day, and even secretly licked the bowls clean. I think you're adorable."

Dilraba blushed: "I didn't lick the bowl!"

"You have it," Deng Zhe said. "I saw it."

"You..." Reba glared at him, but then deflated halfway through.

She lowered her head, looking at her intertwined fingers. "Then why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I'm afraid!" Deng Zhe said honestly, "I'm afraid you'll reject me! I'm afraid that if you reject me, we won't even be friends anymore."

Dilraba stopped talking.

After a while, she looked up and asked, "Then why did you dare to speak up today?"

"Because I couldn't hold it in any longer," Deng Zhe said. "I wanted to tell you this afternoon when I kissed you. But we were recording a show at the time, so it wasn't convenient."

He paused, then smiled and said, "Besides, today is Singles' Day, which I think is a good day."

Dilraba almost burst out laughing, but she held it in.

She looked at Deng Zhe very carefully, as if she wanted to see every detail on his face clearly, to see if all of this was just a dream.

"Deng Zhe," she called his name earnestly.

"Um."

"You said you were serious."

"Yes."

"Will you still bully me in the future?"

"meeting."

Reba's eyes widened, and she pointed at him, saying, "You..."

"But only I'm allowed to bully him," Deng Zhe quickly added. "No one else is allowed."

Dilraba was so angry at his twisted logic that she laughed. "What kind of reasoning is that!"

"That's my reasoning," Deng Zhe said. "If you agree, I'll cook for you every day, run with you, give you massages, and carry you home. If you get angry, I'll let you get back at me."

Reba just stared at him for a long time, as if a century had passed.

Then she held out her hand: "Flowers!"

Deng Zhe quickly handed over the flowers.

Dilraba reached out and took it, then hugged it to her arms.

The bouquet was huge, almost completely obscuring her upper body. She bent down and smelled it; the fragrance was strong and sweet.

"Rose! This is the first time I've ever received one," Reba exclaimed happily.

"Yes." Deng Zhe nodded. "Red roses represent my love for you."

Dilraba's face was stained red with rose petals.

She buried her face in the flowers, her voice muffled: "Where did you learn all this from...?"

"I found it online," Deng Zhe confessed honestly.

Dilraba looked up at him with curious eyes: "So what else did you investigate?"

"I even looked up how to increase the success rate of confessing my feelings," Deng Zhe said honestly. "The internet says you have to be sincere, direct, and choose the right time. I did all of that."

Dilraba bit her lip: "Then... what if I don't agree?"

Deng Zhe was silent for two seconds: "Then I'll leave you! I'll make sure you never see me again, never eat my cooking again, and I'll even take the little snake with me!!"

"How can you be so shameless!" Reba glared at him angrily.

"Hmph, I am a scoundrel," Deng Zhe admitted readily. "So, will you agree or not?"

Reba just stared at him without saying a word, as if she wanted him to give in. A gentle breeze ruffled the ahoge (cowlick) on her head, making it sway back and forth.

Deng Zhe was also tough, meeting her gaze head-on. That tuft of hair almost made him laugh out loud, but he held it in.

If you don't stand up for yourself now, you'll have a hard time after you get married!

Deng Zhe, kneeling on one knee, used the most cowardly gesture to say the most defiant words.

In the end, Dilraba gave in: "Get up."

Deng Zhe didn't move: "Answer me first."

"Get up and I'll answer then."

"I won't get up unless you answer me."

"You..." Reba glared at him, "How can you be so shameless!"

"I learned it from you," Deng Zhe said.

Reba was exasperated. Looking at Deng Zhe's stubborn expression, she suddenly sighed.

"Okay," she said.

Deng Zhe's eyes lit up: "You agreed?"

"I promise I'll get up," Reba said. "The ground is cold, don't your knees hurt?"

Deng Zhe smiled: "It doesn't hurt."

"You're lying." Reba stretched out her hand. "Get up."

Deng Zhe looked at her outstretched hand, hesitated for a moment, then took it and used it to stand up. His knees were indeed numb, and he swayed slightly as he stood up.

Dilraba squatted down and tenderly rubbed his knees, saying, "See, I told you so."

Deng Zhe steadied himself, pulled her up, and held her hand: "Woman, you're mine now!"

"Ugh!!" Dilraba looked down at their clasped hands.

Deng Zhe's hands were large and warm, completely enveloping hers. She gently moved her fingers, and Deng Zhe gripped her hand even tighter.

"Deng Zhe," she whispered.

"Um."

"I..." Reba raised her head and looked at him earnestly, "I..."