Mao Beibei: "This is too sudden, I need some time to think."
"Sure," Rong Yan agreed readily.
Beibei slightly lifted her gaze, rather surprised at his straightforwardness.
He asked dominantly, "Have you made up your mind?"
At the thought, she subconsciously pursed her lips.
"Marriage is a big deal, it can't be so hasty. We should sit down, cool down, and then make a decision."
"The year before you were born, I made a marriage pact with you. After all these years, do you think it's hasty?"
Much more than hasty!
The original marriage arrangement couldn't have been more hasty!
This wasn't just hasty. It was as if hasty's dad met hasty's mom, and they had brought hasty to the extreme!
But these were thoughts Mao Beibei dared not speak out loud.
"But between us, haven't we never had a nuanced time together? Isn't it supposed to be love before talking about marriage and betrothal? You can't just skip everything and jump straight into marriage and children, right?"
