Hey, what's the meaning of this?
Isn't it hard enough for Li Yuzhu to propose to a boy?
Li Yuzhu looked around, broke a cotton branch to hold in her hand, glared at Mu Yuanxiu, and fiercely asked, "Mu Yuanxiu, give me a straightforward answer, will you marry me or not?"
Mu Yuanxiu stopped smiling and looked at her intently.
"Yuzhu," he said, "if it weren't for Aunt Li pressuring you to get married, would you still have asked me this?"
Li Yuzhu slightly raised the corners of her lips and looked at him. Yes, a proposal should be serious, no need for laughter.
Mu Yuanxiu spoke seriously, so she also replied seriously, "Yes, I would, but it might be a few years later."
Mu Yuanxiu breathed a little sigh of relief, "Okay, I'll marry you. So, when should we hold the ceremony?"
Li Yuzhu threw away the cotton branch in her hand, grabbed his hand, and ran back, "In three days!"
Mu Yuanxiu, "..."
He followed her, a beautiful curve forming at the corner of his lips.
