“What are you doing?” Yue Jiaojiao crossed the threshold and walked over to Zhao Zhan. She hugged Chengfeng, then held his hand and said softly, “Let’s go in.”

“I wanted to gossip with you. How were Fang Tianliu and Xiangjun? Did you spend the afternoon with them well?”

“How was it? How was it?” Yue Jiaojiao’s eyes were bright and her face was filled with curiosity. “Tell me everything. Xiangjun is pure and innocent. According to Fang Tianliu’s personality, I don’t know when he will get Xiangjun’s attention.

“However, you and Fang Tianliu are close. Can you go and find out if he’s interested?”

“Jiaojiao.”

Zhao Zhan grabbed her wrist and opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he was so nervous that he broke out in a layer of sweat.

Yue Jiaojiao’s brows raised slightly as she looked at him with a soft and coy expression.

“Let’s get married after the house is built.”

Zhao Zhan seemed to have finally mustered up enough courage. Without waiting for Yue Jiaojiao to speak, he continued, “I was thinking of waiting for your memories to recover and we’d find your family before asking. If you are still willing to marry me then, I would definitely marry you even if I had to risk my life. But now…” Zhao Zhan was so nervous that his entire body was trembling. He swallowed hard and his eyes fell to her lips. “I don’t want the people in the village to make up such unpleasant things all day long. You’re amazing, and I should be thanking God every day for your presence.”

“I want it to be grand.”

Zhao Zhan’s face was flushed red and his eyes were watery. The palm that was holding Yue Jiaojiao’s hand was burning hot and even his voice was deep and hoarse. “I don’t know what right words to say, but Jiaojiao, you are my life.”

Her heart felt like it had been poked by something, and it felt sore and soft.

Yue Jiaojiao raised her eyes and looked at Zhao Zhan.

His eyes were serious and passionate.

Yue Jiaojiao grabbed Zhao Zhan’s collar and pulled him down. Then, she raised her head and gave him a kiss.

Chengfeng, who was squeezed between the two, struggled to jump to the ground.

Now that his arms were empty, Zhao Zhan exerted a little force and pulled her into his embrace.

The autumn breeze was slightly cold, but it couldn’t stop the burning heat between the two.

Before Yue Jiaojiao’s mind went blank, she was distracted for a moment.

This guy, if he entered the academy, he would definitely be a good student. He had only recently learned all this, but he improved so fast that sometimes even she gets overwhelmed.

Zhao Zhan wished he could keep her by his side forever.

His fingertips moved unconsciously, and the temperature kept rising. The heat stung his cheeks until they were red. He looked at her with a thirst that he didn’t even know.

Zhao Zhan looked at the small face of his lover, which was as white as snow, and caressed her cheeks.

“Jiaojiao.”

His eyes greedily landed on her face.

Yue Jiaojiao was carried into the room. Her little face was red, and her lips were a little swollen.

The handkerchief with her hair tied up had fallen loosely at the door.

Her red lips, pale face, and black hair.

She looked like a beautiful flower.

She raised her innocent face and looked at Zhao Zhan in confusion.

“Jiaojiao,” Zhao Zhan felt his throat was so dry that it felt like the desert. His fingers pinched his palm so hard that it bled.

He moved his feet and lowered his head to look at her.

Yue Jiaojiao’s eyes blinked, and her breathing unconsciously grew heavier. The blush on her cheeks grew deeper, and her hands nervously clutched the blanket.