21 Carats

"Tristan, what are you doing?"

"Getting a marriage license, getting married!"

Cynthia's heart skipped a beat. She really couldn't keep up with Tristan's vast leaps of thought. One moment he was talking nicely, the next he brought up getting a marriage license and getting married?!

As they passed by the stone pillars of the pavilion, Cynthia quickly hooked onto one, hanging there like a sloth.

Tristan's steps halted, and he turned to look at her. "What's wrong with you? When did I agree to register our marriage?"

Cynthia, with a face of helplessness, looked at him. "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I suggest you give me a legitimate status to avoid other men coveting me?"

Tristan frowned, "You just implied that I should give you a proper identity to prevent other men from coveting you, didn't you?"