Yang Xiayun was getting impatient; she was still thinking about going to see Master Tang make candy with Linyu. She heard that Master Tang had come out with several new kinds of candies, not the usual sweet or sour ones, but ones with a salty flavor instead.
"You..." Luo Linhao felt a stuffiness in his chest, this brat truly was young and didnât understand the sorrow of parting.
"Brat, Iâm leaving now, and you, you wonât miss me?" After holding it in for a while, Luo Linhao finally managed to get another sentence out.
Then he eagerly looked at Yang Xiayun, but all he got from her, after she circled around him for a while, was, "Will I get candy if I miss you?"
Luo Linhao: ...So, heâs not even as attractive as a box of candies?
"Come here, Yunyun." Luo Linhao felt it was necessary to have a serious talk with her. As Yang Xiayun walked over, he took her little hand and said, "Yunyun, you know weâre betrothed, right?"
"Mhm," Yang Xiayun nodded.
"Do you know what being betrothed means?" Luo Linhao was almost in anguish, was it easy for him to find a little girl? It was one thing that she couldnât do anything, but he even had to consider whether she could understand what he was saying.
"Are you dumb?" Before he had finished his thoughts, Yang Xiayun smacked his arm, "Would this young lady not know what betrothal means?"
"Hey, you brat, you do know, then you know Iâm your fiancĂ©, right? Your fiancĂ© is about to leave, donât you feel a bit sad? When Iâm not here in the future, wonât you miss me?"
"But you havenât left yet?" Yang Xiayun looked at him blankly, completely failing to understand what he was trying to express, "How am I supposed to know if I will miss you after you leave if it hasnât happened yet?"
Suddenly Luo Linhao ran out of steam and had nothing more to say; well, she did tell the truth. He hadnât left yet; who knew if she would miss him?
However, a moment later, Luo Linhao was even more vexed. Couldnât this brat just say something pleasant, like that she would miss him?
Luo Linhao narrowed his eyes, thinking that this brat was quite straightforward. She liked him now, but after all, she was youngâwhat if she stopped liking him in a few years?
But luckily the marriage was already settled. Luo Linhao stroked his chin, thinking that they still needed to seal the deal somehow, to make the memory stick.
So Luo Linhao took a step forward.
"What are you doing?"
Seeing him come closer, Yang Xiayun subconsciously thought about standing up, but before she could get up, Luo Linhao held her down and then she felt something press against her mouth. When she finally focused and saw what it was, her eyes widened instantly.
All of a sudden, she thought back to when she and Yang Dongxue witnessed a scene between their sister and brother-in-law when they were younger.
When the two of them parted, all Yang Xiayun could say was, "So this is what a manâs âmouthâ tastes like, not as sweet as candy."
"..." Luo Linhaoâs heart crumbled. So his kiss still wasnât as good as a box of candies?
Then Luo Linhao did something childish. He hurriedly fished out a piece of candy from Yang Xiayunâs purse, crunched and munched it loudly, and then, under her astonished gaze, kissed her again.
"How about that, brat? Sweet or not?" After the kiss, Luo Linhao asked with a smile to Yang Xiayun.
Yang Xiayunâs eyes were wide open, a bit stunned.