Jiang Youzhi held her tighter, "Not young anymore."
"If you agree, I’ll have my mother propose in a few days, we can settle the engagent this year, and get married at the beginning of next year."
"By next year, you’ll be sixteen, just right for getting married."
Yun Jiao was stunned, how did it suddenly turn to marriage?
She pouted, "No way, I haven’t even agreed to date you, let alone marry!"
Jiang Youzhi heard a new term from Yun Jiao—dating.
With his academic prowess, though he couldn’t verbalize it, he understood its aning.
He looked down at her, "You want to date, then let’s date."
"Once we’re good at it, we’ll get married."
Yun Jiao bit her lip, "But—"
As soone who’s been single since birth, she did want to date a tiny bit, but she was really afraid that she and Da Lang would beco like her parents.
If it were soone else, it would just be a relationship; if it failed, it failed, and they’d go their separate ways—it wouldn’t matter.
He was already her family; between them were Mrs. Chen, Liu Lang, and San Ya. If they broke up, she’d lose more than just a lover.
Jiang Youzhi didn’t know what Yun Jiao was worried about.
However, soone with high intelligence can easily grasp human emotions if they choose to.
He thought of the reason his own mother and father separated, sincerely said, "Rest assured, in this life, except for you, I won’t even glance at other won."
Yun Jiao felt sweet inside, but she still muttered, "You’re so young, talking about the rest of life."
Life is so long with many variables.
Jiang Youzhi lifted her chin, earnestly said, "When I say lifeti, I an lifeti."
He had realized his feelings early on, and once he understood them, he thought carefully about this issue.
Having chosen her, it naturally ans forever.
Jiang Youzhi closely watched Yun Jiao’s face, not missing a single expression.
He saw her hesitation, her moved heart, all of it.
He couldn’t give her another chance to hesitate.
Jiang Youzhi held her tightly, "Jiao Jiao, stop overthinking, don’t you rember we’ve already had the ceremony long ago?"
Yun Jiao suddenly rembered.
When she married into the Jiang Family, Da Lang was bedridden.
It was San Lang who took his brother’s place in the ceremony.
One end of the red silk was him, the other was her.
Jiang Youzhi whispered in her ear, "It shows we are ant to be together."
"Besides, you’ve seen my body, you have to take responsibility, if not marrying , who else will you marry?"
Yun Jiao disagreed, pouting, "I’ve seen lots of n—"
Jiang Youzhi quickly covered her mouth, "Don’t say that."
"It’s for dical purposes, it’s different."
Holding her, he softly comforted, "Good girl, don’t overthink."
"Whenever you feel the ti is right for dating, we’ll get married."
The hand Yun Jiao placed on his chest lost its strength.
Suddenly, she felt San Lang’s chest was quite comfortable to lean against.
Her face rubbed against his chest, a strange sense of happiness washed over her.
Jiang Youzhi’s whole body tensed, as if his hand on her waist had a will of its own, and began to slide down slowly.
Yun Jiao grunted, "You’re not allowed to move, only I can move." The naughty hands should stay obedient.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Youzhi swallowed hard, his voice hoarse, "Okay, you move."
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