After biting, she triumphantly said, "Hmm, just as crispy and tender as an apple, tasty, too tasty."
Ye Zi’an touched his face, knowing without looking there must be a bite mark.
"Xiaxia, I have something even tastier than an apple." As he spoke, his hands moved to encircle Yang Chuxia’s petite waist. He murmured, "And there’s also jelly!"
Well, how did Ye Zi’an know about jelly? It was Yang Chuxia who blurted it out. She said Ye Zi’an’s lips, albeit a bit thin, were soft and tender, like eating jelly. So he remembered, even though he didn’t know what jelly was.
"I told father that we’ll marry in the fall!", Ye Zi’an rested his head on top of Yang Chuxia’s head and continued, "We’ll get married after the harvest festival, dad agreed."
"When did dad agree?" Yang Chuxia stepped away from his embrace, asking, "How come I didn’t know?"
"Hehe, it was at the dinner table."
"Let me guess, you must have asked when my dad was drunk, right?" Yang Chuxia stood on her tiptoes, tugged Ye Zi’an’s ears, and huffed, "Did I agree? Did my mom agree? Did my grandpa agree?"
"Mom agreed, grandpa said he wants to hold his great-grandson."
"Why didn’t I know?" Yang Chuxia raised her eyebrows. "Did I agree?"
Ye Zi’an gently put down her hand, then laughed, "You’ll agree soon."
Yang Chuxia twitched the corners of her mouth, where is his confidence coming from?
"Come, come with me, I’m taking you to a great place."
Seeing his eagerness, Yang Chuxia was a bit curious, wondering if he had prepared anything. His words sparked some anticipation in her.
Following him along the way, she spotted they were heading towards the mountains, towards the hot springs, it appears.
As they grew closer, indeed it was the hot springs, but she wasn’t disappointed.
Instead, she couldn’t help but joke, "Brother An, what are you doing bringing me here? You’re not planning on sharing a bath with me, are you?" As she spoke, she poked Ye Zi’an’s arm.
"Xiaxia, close your eyes."
Ye Zi’an said softly.
Yang Chuxia paused for a moment, noticing the slight redness in his ears, she obediently closed her eyes. She couldn’t help but wonder, is Brother An planning on proposing with flowers and a ring like people do in the modern age?
Well, she had told Brother An about this kind of thing before, and couldn’t help but feel excited.
But her eyes had been closed for a few minutes, and Brother An still hadn’t shown any movement.
"Brother An, can I open my eyes now?"
"Xiaxia, just wait a little longer."
After almost five more minutes, "Can I open them now?"
"Yes, you can open them now!" Ye Zi’an’s voice seemed to be full of joy.
Yang Chuxia slowly opened her eyes, a sea of red met her gaze. Red silk hung all around, and Ye Zi’an was standing in front of her in bright red ceremonial attire, holding a bunch of flowers.
Ye Zi’an in his ceremonial attire looked handsome and captivating. The bright red color made his skin seem even paler, exquisite like a fairy from a painting. Although such a description was usually reserved for women, Yang Chuxia wanted to use it to describe him at this moment.
"Brother An, are you proposing or do you want to conduct the wedding ceremony?"