"Does Grandma disagree? Does she not like me?"

The warm breath sprayed onto Song Yuli's neck and earlobes, causing Song Yuli's body to tremble slightly.

Feeling the warmth of Nangong Yu's embrace, Song Yuli gradually relaxed.

"Hmm, how did you know?"

Song Yuli asked, puzzled.

Nangong Yu couldn't help but chuckle softly: "Because Grandma looked at me with such disdain."

Song Yuli pursed her lips and remained silent, as did Nangong Yu, who simply embraced her quietly from behind.

After a long while, Song Yuli slowly spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"Nangong Yu, what should I do?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Yuli felt a warmth on her earlobe. Her relaxed body tensed up instantly, and a blush rose to her fair face.

Nangong Yu gently nibbled on Song Yuli's earlobe, his voice deep and resonant: "Forgot again? What did you call me? Hmm?"

Song Yuli's body trembled slightly again. Her cheeks flushed, and she called out softly, "Husband."

"Hmm, good girl."

Nangong Yu gently kissed Song Yuli's earlobe, then released her, walked up to her, lifted her chin, stared intently into her eyes, and spoke in a serious tone.

"Song Yuli, do you want to marry me?"

The scent of Nangong Yu's unique hormones lingered around his nose. Looking at the sharply defined face in front of him, Song Yu nodded heavily: "I want to, but I want to marry you with Grandma's blessing even more."

Hearing this, Nangong Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was genuinely worried that Song Yuli would give up on Wang Guiqin because she didn't like him, but thankfully, she didn't; she still chose him.

Nangong Yu gently pulled Song Yuli into his arms and said in a serious yet firm tone, "Don't worry, there are still a few days left. I will definitely make sure that Grandma can entrust you to me with peace of mind."

Song Yuli: "Yes, I believe you."

...

When Song Yuli woke up, it was already dark. He reached out to his side, but there was no one there.

With a sudden jolt, Song Yuli quickly sat up in bed and ran downstairs in his slippers.

Upon seeing this, Song Demin was so frightened that his brow twitched: "My little darling, please slow down!"

Song Yuli grabbed Song Demin's hand and asked anxiously, "Uncle, where is Nangong Yuren?"

Upon hearing this, Song Demin's expression turned somewhat strange.

He glanced at Song Yuli discreetly, then coughed lightly and said, "He's chopping wood for your grandma at the door."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Demin saw Song Yuli's hurried back and then sighed with deep emotion.

Hopefully, his mother can really accept Nangong Yu.

As soon as Song Yuli ran into the yard, he heard the loud chopping of wood coming from the doorway. He breathed a sigh of relief and quickened his pace until he saw a familiar figure by the door. Only then did his heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, settle back down.

Nangong Yu naturally noticed Song Yuli as well, then stopped what he was doing and smiled slightly at Song Yuli: "Awake?"

Song Yuli nodded.

Upon seeing this, Nangong Yu immediately asked with concern, "Are you hungry? Thirsty? Do you want something to eat?"

Song Yuli shook his head, but his gaze remained fixed on Nangong Yu.

The weather at the end of June was already very hot. In this sweltering heat, doing this kind of physical labor of chopping wood, Nangong Yu was already drenched in sweat.