Lu Shaoyuan slowly came back to his senses, murmuring, "I'm willing, but we can't be so rash, can we? And... since when did you feel this way about me!"
He was three or four years older than Shen Ningning and already had the bearing of a young man. As he spoke, a faint blush spread across his face, though he forced himself to appear calm.
Shen Ningning casually picked up a pastry.
"What's the big deal? It's just getting married." 'Isn't it just a boy and a girl changing into nice clothes, with everyone beating gongs and drums, just like for New Year's?'
'And you even get to eat a feast!'
Lu Shaoyuan took a deep breath and looked at her earnestly.
"Alright then. Since you've said as much, as the man, I certainly won't back down. I'll go tell my mother right away and have her begin the formal betrothal arrangements."
