Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“I’m just saying the words in your heart.” Nian Junting smiled without feeling embarrassed at all.
After arriving at the destination, Nian Junting pushed the shopping cart while Luosang was choosing food. It was December, so lots of hot pot seasoning was being sold in the supermarket.
“How do you feel about hot pot? I haven’t had hot pot for long,” said Luosang.
“Sure. You’ll boil the meat for me,” said Nian Junting with interest.
“Shouldn’t you boil meat for me?” Luosang looked at him and said.
Seeing her sparkling eyes wearing a slightly displeased look, Nian Junting felt that he could boil meat for her every single day.
“Alright,” he said.
Hearing that, Luosang gave smile. Her boyfriend could be impolite sometimes, so she wouldn’t spoil him.
While Luosang was choosing vegetables carefully and slowly, Nian Junting hugged her and kissed her on the cheeks from time to time. A middle-aged woman passing by turned back to look at them.
“People are watching us,” Luosang reminded Nian Junting, feeling shy.
“They’re just jealous of us.” Nian Junting didn’t let go of her, instead tightening his arms and saying, “Think; if we don’t do this now, but wait until their age, people would say that we were not decent, and that what we did was an offense to decency. But now, what we’re doing means that we’re in a high-quality relationship.”
Luosang paused for a second, then felt that his words did make sense.
“Beef or lamb; which you prefer?” she asked.
“I’ll eat whatever you like,” he said.
Luosang glanced at his proud face, which was resting on her shoulder, and couldn’t help but recall the old, mean Nian Junting. He had really changed a lot after becoming her boyfriend.
After taking everything they needed, they waited in a line to pay. Next to them was a shelf with a box of condoms on it. Luosang turned her face away shyly, but Nian Junting forced her to face the shelf and whispered by her ear, “When can we use some of those?”
Luosang blushed. She was afraid that this might happen.
“After we marry each other,” she said.
“You’re forcing me to marry you.” Nian Junting glanced at her knowingly and said, “You’re thoughtful.”
“I’m protecting myself, okay?” Luosang glared at him and said, “If I was not like this, would you like a chance to take my first time?”
“So have you decided to give me your first time?” Nian Junting’s eyes glowed.
Realizing what she had said, Luosang wanted to bite her own tongue off.
“I mean…” she tried to explain.
“Don’t explain, I get it.” Nian Junting pressed his slender fingers against her lips, saying, “I’ll marry you as soon as I can. I can’t wait too long. You see, I’m nearly thirty years old. Before, I had no girls around me, but now, I have a girl in my arms every day. However, I can only hug her and kiss her, and I’m not even allowed to touch her. If this situation continues, I’ll get sick sooner or later.”
The blushing Luosang slightly opened her mouth.
“Are you going to mention Yi Jingxi as an example?” Nian Junting interrupted her and said, “How can he be compared with me? He’s sexually dysfunctional. He was afraid that you might find out.”
Luosang didn’t know what to say, as she wasn’t going to mention Yi Jingxi at all.
“You two, can you check out now? People are waiting behind,” the cashier, who was a middle-aged woman, said to them sourly.
Luosang stomped her foot against Nian Junting’s, then started checking out. Her face blushed crimson.
They had shopped for five bagfuls of food.
After checking out, Luosang reached out a hand to carry some of the bags, but Nian Junting stopped her.
“No. I’m here. How could I let you carry things?” While speaking, he carried all the bags with two hands.