89 I’m Not Kissing Her, She’s So Fierce! (2/2)

She tapped on the text. If you agree, wear the Bestlove I gave you to your birthday party. If you still haven't decided, I'll continue to wait.

Wen Xuxu was embarrassed.

If he hadn't added that last sentence, it didn't sound so bad. He would continue to wait...

Ah Heng, I'm feeling pressured...

She clutched her phone and looked up at the starry sky, a melancholic gleam in her eyes.

Grandfather, do you really want me to get married?

...

Xuxu reached home, and as usual, after she had changed into her slippers, she went straight into the bathroom. After she'd finished showering, she put on her bathrobe and walked to her bedroom.

She sat at her dressing table to dry her hair. The loud hum from the hairdryer disrupted her mood and thoughts.

She decided to switch it off and placed the hairdryer on the dressing table. Pulling open the dressing table drawer, she retrieved a dark red wooden box placed inside.

The box was sealed with a tiny golden lock. She got up and went to the bedside cabinet to search for a bunch of keys. She found the smallest key and used it to open the wooden box.

Inside the box, there was a golden-yellow plastic ring. It was covered with bits of black mold.

Xuxu put down the box and took out the ring. After she put it on her little finger, she raised her hand in front of the mirror. There was a bitter smile at the corners of her mouth.

The bride and groom may now exchange the wedding rings...

You may now kiss the bride...

I'm not kissing her, she's so fierce.

Third Yan, you have to stick to the rules of the game. You're the groom and Xuxu is the bride.

Alright, it's just a kiss.

Kiss!

The black box of her memories had been opened. Xuxu stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror. She raised her other hand and touched her cheek gently.