Lu Qingqing's mind was echoing with Wu Guijun's poetry, when she heard Fu Yisheng whisper in her ear, "There's one thing we haven't done."
One thing we haven't done? Which one?
It starts with appearance, deepens with talent, stays with character, obsesses over—the body, gets lost in the voice, intoxicates with deep affection.
Obsesses over...
Smart as Lu Qingqing was, she instantly understood which thing they hadn't done. His deep gaze sent a flutter through her heart, and her cheeks grew even redder. She extended a slender white finger against his lips, "Stop, don't even think about it! Wait until we're married!"
It's already the end of March, and June will be here soon.
Fu Yisheng immediately feigned innocence, "My dear, where did your mind go? What I meant to say is, June 2nd, which is early May in the lunar calendar, is the auspicious day chosen for our big ceremony. There's something very important we need to take care of beforehand."