An Xiaoyu thought to herself, Shen Yufeng... must be angry.
But in the blink of an eye, that cold air pressure disappeared, and she heard Shen Yufeng’s deep voice.
As he spoke, he stretched out his hands to grasp An Xiaoyu’s shoulders, then slightly bent forward and lowered his head, his deep eyes meeting hers.
An Xiaoyu blinked, and secretly let out a sigh of relief in her heart.
God is indeed God, truly magnanimous.
But then, Shen Yufeng spoke again, asking: "Just... how long? There must be a limit! We can’t pretend to be husband and wife forever, and I should also have a day when I officially become one, right?"
Shen Yufeng smiled faintly, his deep and charming eyes gazing at her steadily, his slightly curved thin lips moving subtly yet enticingly.
An Xiaoyu felt she was about to lose her ability to resist again.
Wait, this isn’t right...
She quickly took two steps back.
"Stop, better... stay away from me!"
Her heartbeat was so fast! She felt very nervous, even somewhat breathless.
"Alright, I will stand right here and won’t move. Now, can you answer me, how long does it actually need to be?"
An Xiaoyu’s face turned even redder.
"Then, two years... how about that?"
As she spoke, An Xiaoyu stretched out her fingers and gestured a "two".
"No, that’s too long!"
Shen Yufeng frowned deeply and immediately rejected her suggestion.
An Xiaoyu shivered slightly.
"Three months!" Shen Yufeng directly gave his answer.
"Huh? Only three months?" An Xiaoyu was almost ready to cry.
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Shen Yufeng finally sighed.
"Alright then, let’s meet halfway, six months!" he said, pausing slightly, "That’s my bottom line!"
An Xiaoyu couldn’t help feeling a bit defeated, "From the first time we met to now, it hasn’t even been half a year yet, and we are already talking marriage! They say that marriages rushed into are like ripened fruits; although the ripening period is shortened, it actually reduces the quality of the fruit, and more importantly, such hastily ripened fruits can hardly withstand the test of time in storage, rotting much earlier than those naturally matured."
Shen Yufeng was left both crying and laughing at her words.
"Where did you hear that twisted logic?"
"Does it matter where I heard it from? There’s also a saying that people who marry in haste are like having a fast-food romance, just like eating instant noodles - it’s simple and convenient. Open the lid, tear the seasoning packet, pour in hot water, wait for three minutes, then eat.
Of course, their hunger will be quickly satisfied, but instant noodles don’t provide the nutrients needed by the body; eating too much is also not good for health. Hence, a fast-food romance for both sides is only about quenching hunger and tasting something new, it can’t provide enough nutrients for a marriage to keep running, and might even end up in the trash after it’s eaten." Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝓷𝓮𝓽
An Xiaoyu looked at Shen Yufeng and rambled on.
Shen Yufeng truly felt a headache.
This young woman, now... is it pre-marital jitters? To spout so much twisted logic to him?
He didn’t want to continue listening to her ramble anymore, so he stepped forward, suddenly pulled her into his arms, and then sealed her lips.