At night, Cheng Hao took Zou Yaru home. At the entrance to the Zou family home, under the moonlight, Cheng Hao looked at Zou Yaru and said, word by word, "Yaru, don't you want to marry me?"
His peach blossom eyes sparkled as he looked at her, filled with full expectation.
Zou Yaru simply couldn't bear to reject him. She took his hand and said, "Of course, I want to marry you, but you can't shout about it everywhere, we're not married yet."
Zou Yaru's face flushed, and she looked at him shyly.
"It's my fault."
Seeing the shyness on her face, Cheng Hao immediately breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she didn't want to marry him, he stretched out his long arms, hugged her, and, rubbing her hair with his chin, said sentimentally, "Yaru, I want to marry you. I want to spend my life with you."
"I do too."
Zou Yaru responded by hugging his waist and quietly snuggled into his arms, the sound of Cheng Hao's heartbeat thundering in her ears.
