Luo Xikui's eyes widened in utter surprise. When did they get a new house?

"I'll make a formal visit tomorrow." Xu Ziyu playfully pinched her nose, finding her dazed expression amusing, and said, "I've already proposed, don't you want to get married soon?"

"Of course we'll get married!" Luo Xikui said, as if afraid Xu Ziyu would change his mind. She grabbed his arm and said, "You can't back out, you have to marry me!"

Xu Ziyu smiled faintly.

Luo Xikui felt a little hesitant and cautiously asked, "Do you really want to marry me?"

"Idiot." He looked up and lightly tapped Luo Xikui's forehead. Who else would he want to marry besides her?

Luo Xikui beamed, wrapped her arms around Xu Ziyu's neck, and without caring whether it was in public or not, gave him a big kiss on the cheek, her eyes crinkling with laughter: "I've stamped it."

Xu Ziyu smiled faintly and put his arm around her as they left the furniture store.

The last stop on their date was the villa on Zhongxing Road—their future new home.

This villa isn't extravagantly large; it's a three-story villa-style house with creamy white walls and light yellow tiles, giving it a rustic feel. The small detached house is quite cozy.

The best thing about this place is that there's a good distance between each household, so she doesn't have to worry about disturbing others when she wants to practice the piano.

"When did you start preparing?" Luo Xikui looked at the house, which was already fully prepared and in her favorite style, with surprise.

The master bedroom was just missing a bed, and we got that today.

It seems like they're just waiting for them to get married so they can move in together.

"Before we went to Japan," Xu Ziyu said, holding her as they stood by the window.

"Weren't we not reconciled yet back then?" Luo Xikui asked in surprise.

He was always certain that "you will marry me sooner or later."

Luo Xikui turned around in his arms, raised an eyebrow at him, and asked, "Are you so sure we'll end up getting married?"

Xu Ziyu smiled faintly. Six years ago, he went to Germany just to make this day come sooner. He was determined to follow the path he had set for himself. Although there were some setbacks along the way, he believed that he would get there.

"Besides me, who else could you marry?" he asked confidently, looking at her.

Luo Xikui smiled, wrapped her arms around his waist, and leaned her head close to his chest, whispering sensually, "No, I don't want to marry anyone but you. If I can't marry you, I'll be alone for the rest of my life."

What a silly girl. Xu Ziyu lowered his head and kissed her hair.

Luo Xikui raised her head and pecked his lips.

He embraced her and kissed her passionately. She pulled his shirt open a little more and saw the 'strawberry' that had faded quite a bit. She opened her mouth and sucked on it, giving him a fresh one.

This time it wasn't in an alley, but in their new house. If he could tolerate this, he wouldn't be a real man.

He pulled her into his arms and spun her onto the sofa, pressing her down and continuing to kiss her.

This time it wasn't just about lips and tongue; Luo Xikui felt her chest tingling from the kisses.

Although she didn't make it to the end, she did get to see how men can be as ravenous as wolves if they want to. She was being groped and bitten in no time, and she was completely out of her mind.

As she floated in the mist, he stopped all his movements and, like a gentleman, straightened her clothes.

"Aren't we going to do it anymore?" She felt stuck in the middle, like a cake that had been taken away halfway through its meal.

"Your dad said to be careful." Xu Ziyu hugged her head and kissed her.

Luo Xikui's appetite was whetted, and she looked at him with a resentful expression of unsatisfied desire.

"Believe me, I'm not feeling any better than you." Xu Ziyu held her close, his breathing even.

Luo Xikui's line of sight happened to fall on the small tent, and she couldn't help but suppress a smile with satisfaction.

Once things calmed down, Xu Ziyu took her home.