In the end, Xu Qinghuan felt utterly uncomfortable, restless in Jiang Xingye's arms, her small hips twisting on his legs. That soft firmness and pronounced roundness were simply incendiary; Jiang Xingye felt as if his whole body were on fire.
He pressed Xu Qinghuan tightly into his arms, his voice husky beyond belief, "Don't move, be good!"
Xu Qinghuan dared not move, fearing things might actually slip out of control. Lying there somewhat sullenly in his embrace, she thought, when will this ever end!
She had to wait until next July, when she reached the legal age for marriage, to get a marriage certificate.
Although in rural areas many married early without being old enough for a marriage certificate, holding a wedding would garner recognition from society. But she couldn't adapt to that.
She always felt that a wedding could be forgone, but a marriage certificate was absolutely necessary.
Only with a marriage certificate would they be a legitimate couple.
