Obviously it wasn't even anything ambiguous, but Wen Xiao'ai still listened until her little face turned red.
She glanced at Jun Moyan, didn't say anything, just pressed her lips together and smiled.
She remembered what Jun Moyan had just said and asked him, "You just said you'd wait until next June to marry me. Why do we have to wait so long? Can't we do it tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow won't work. I need to prepare properly, I can't be careless. And it's cold now—if you wear a wedding dress you'll be freezing. Let's wait until next June when it's warm, and it'll also be easier for us to take our wedding photos. When the time comes, we'll take the photos first, and once we're done, we'll hold the wedding."
"Wedding photos? You mean taking pictures in a wedding dress?"
"Mm, but it'll be the two of us together."
"You're going to wear a wedding dress too?"
