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 engagement 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 meaning.
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 someone 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 become like her parents.
If it were someone else, it would just be a relationship; if it failed, it failed, and they'd go their separate ways—it wouldn't matter.
