Within half a month, Zhan Mingyan had heard the word "marriage" not less than ten times.
She paused in her steps, lifting her eyes to look at the person beside her, "Thinking of getting married?"
"Mmm-hmm." Bai Jue nodded frantically, his face full of anticipation.
Zhan Mingyan, "Dream on."
"Why?" Bai Jue's smile collapsed.
"Just think about it, I'm so handsome, and so intelligent, and then, my medical skills are pretty good too. There aren't many high-quality men like me left, you should hold on to me while you can."
Listening to his self-praise, Zhan Mingyan looked skyward, speechless, "Bai Jue, do you know there's an old saying in China?"
"Hmm?"
"Self-praise is no recommendation."
"Then just give me a straight answer, will you. What do I have to do for you to agree to marry me?" Bai Jue skipped over her teasing and asked directly.
