Finally finishing washing the dishes, Nan Feng picked up the bucket to head home, balancing it with one side bearing the weight of water and another loaded with dishes.
It usually felt heavy, but now she felt it to be weightless, as if she was even walking on air.
Her father should be back by now, right?
Unexpectedly, before Nan Feng could reach home, she spotted the limping figure of Nan Quanyou on the road.
Without a second thought, she yelled, "Dad——"
Her voice was palpably filled with anticipation.
Indeed, she was very eager for Nan Quanyou to tell her something.
For instance, "Fengfeng, it seems your wedding is not far off, Yege Daying agreed."
Nan Feng's face blushed again, reddening down to her neck.
Oh god, she was about to get married?
Would marriage mean that from then on she would need to sleep next to Yege every day?
Thinking of Yege's sturdy, muscular chest and abs, Nan Feng suddenly felt a tightness in her lower abdomen, an extreme nervousness.