Qin Zhiyou tried to pull her along, but Lu Weixi, even angrier now, violently shook off his hand. This time, Qin Zhiyou advanced and embraced her, whispering in her ear: "Wife."
"Who's your wife? Whoever you want to be your wife, have them! Just leave me be!" Lu Weixi was seething, yet in her fury — even when stamping her foot — she wouldn't stomp on his foot, nor did she struggle out of his arms. She just gritted her teeth and put on a ferocious face. And yet, the expression, upon closer inspection, held no real resentment but rather a blush of coyness that is typically seen in shy young girls.
Qin Zhiyou was truly elated. Both he and Lu Weixi had confirmed their feelings for each other. Though there was no explicit confession, they no longer needed one.