Duan Xingzhou asked somewhat doubtfully, "Do you really trust me?"
Anran huffed indignantly, "I say, Duan Xingzhou, are you a masochist? I've already said I trust you, what more do you want?"
"You actually got it right, but it's not that I'm a masochist. I just love being bullied by you." Seeing that she truly trusted him, Duan Xingzhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then became playful again, taking her hand and saying, "Come on, let's go to another place and explore. It's the nights here that are truly beautiful, it'll be a real shame if we don't see it."
Anran smirked and allowed him to lead her outside.
The night breeze came, fresh and cool, as the two strolled along the lakeside. Anran remained silent, while Duan Xingzhou talked non-stop, going from the local customs to the interesting things he'd encountered.
"Wifey, once we get our marriage certificate, let's start planning the wedding. What kind of wedding do you want? Chinese style or Western style?"
