Since you'd first met him, Dan Heng had given you the best impression. Responsible. Reliable. And just your type.

From your first meeting when he offered to move out because he didn't want to make you uncomfortable living with a man. To when he'd do household chores diligently and cook enough dinner for two just in case.

How he'd gently nursed you to health when you'd gotten terribly ill, even cleaning up the sick you'd gotten all over the floor without complaint. Disregarding your embarrassment because it was a 'normal bodily function'. Buying you pads when you'd run out and buying chocolate of his own accord.

Not to mention his impeccable communication skills. Asking you if it was alright to invite people over days in advance, letting you know when he was coming home late, addressing any issues without any hesitation, and never letting any arguments turn into actual fights. Respecting your opinion while also explaining his own.

Dan Heng was the perfect man. The exact sort of responsible guy you wanted around for the rest of your life. And as if to be the icing on the cake, he knows his way around a toolbox and a circuit board. Currently checking why your laptop wasn't coming on. The parts placed neatly on your desk. In no time, he has it working again. Glasses perched on his nose as he hands it back to you.

"It was just a bit dusty on the inside. Nothing to worry about."

Oh. You were worrying a lot. And your current number one concern was how to marry him as soon as possible.