Seeing the look of pure indulgence and love on Han Bohai's face, Ying was really stumped for words. Even if she wanted to argue that she wasn't a porcupine, she couldn't bring herself to do so. Because she had indeed acted like a porcupine with him. Whenever he was around, she would make every thorn on her body stand tall and point right at him. Now it was different that Han Bohai seemed to be made of cotton, who never really bothered caring about her thorns.
"At the way, you're looking at our Ying Jie, I'm wondering whether you're planning on getting married tomorrow."
Han Bohai pretended to be surprised, "That's a very good idea. Ah-Ying, what do you say? Let's get married tomorrow!"
"Have you lost your brain!" Ying exclaimed strangely. "Coming to someone's bachelor party, you're thinking about your own wedding?"
"Seeing that others are planning ahead, I think we should too. What's wrong with that?"
