"If I don't go home, my parents will keep calling to ask where I am," she said softly, her face flushed as she burrowed her head into his chest.
"Feeling shy, are we?" Sun Dasheng stroked her head. Patience is a virtue. It's not good to rush things. Better take it slow.
He then sent her home.
After returning home, Ding Muchen radiated the distinct, bittersweet scent of new love. She headed straight to her room and even locked the door, which immediately alerted her parents.
On the living room sofa, her mother spoke first. "Has our daughter fallen head over heels in love?" She knew this phase all too well—who hasn't been young?
Her father then said grimly, "Go to her room later and remind her not to give herself away before marriage."
"Pfft. If you want to say it, you go say it," his wife retorted. "Our daughter is already in her late twenties, yet you're still so strict with her. Do you want her to end up an old maid who never gets married?"
