Huo Shiqian's gaze was icily fixed on her.
Xia Chuyi stiffened her neck and said, "Uncle Liberation Army, I'm only eighteen! Do you really want to make me, before I've enjoyed the best years of my life, walk into the tomb... I mean, the palace of marriage?"
Having almost said 'tomb', she wisely turned a corner with her words.
"Huo Shiqian, I'm serious, I'm still young, and I don't plan to marry so soon. If you can't wait, you're free to find someone else..."
Her gaze darting sharply at him, she was forced to phrase it differently, "I mean, let's give each other some time, get to know one another better. If in a few years, you still feel the same, then I agree to marry you."
"But before then, you should learn to act like a young person and court me from scratch."
"You can't, just because you're older, deprive me of my right to love."
She laid out her conditions systematically, cornering him at every step, yet Huo Shiqian listenned with an expressionless face.