Cao Ying was really nervous. She feared Cao Tiannan had made some excessive demands on Lin Feng, such as asking him not to associate with her. But seeing Cao Tiannan's demeanor before he left, which didn't seem unusual, Cao Ying was a bit puzzled. Maybe I'm overthinking things, she mused.
It was now after nine in the evening. Under the neon lights, a cool autumn breeze blew as Lin Feng gazed at Cao Ying's beautiful face. He had initially considered telling her directly about his conversation with Cao Tiannan. But then again, he thought, if I tell her about the promise—no sex unless we get married—she might think I'm joking and trying to take advantage of her!
With this in mind, Lin Feng chuckled. "Uncle Cao didn't say much," he joked. "Just mentioned something about betrothing you to me..."
Cao Ying's face stiffened. That's too far-fetched, she thought. Seeing Lin Feng's mischievous grin, she instantly realized he was joking. "Hmph! Be honest with me, or I'll give you a beating!"
