After paying, Gu Yelin carried the bag with his right hand and wrapped his left arm around An Yiqing's waist as they walked toward the parking lot.
"Tutu, when should we get married?"
The man's sudden question made An Yiqing stagger, nearly causing her to trip and fall.
She turned her head in surprise to look at Gu Yelin, her facial expression as if she had seen a ghost.
"Ah Lin, are you feverish?"
Gu Yelin furrowed his brow and shook his head.
"Then what's wrong?" An Yiqing, still worried, took his wrist to check his pulse. Hmm, no problem.
Gu Yelin helplessly shook his head, "I'm not sick and nothing has happened. Tutu, when should we get married?"
An Yiqing blinked her watery eyes a few times and twisted her head, saying, "But you haven't proposed!"
Her tone was calm, as if she was just stating a fact.
