Meng Xinian walked over again, picked her up and placed her on the bed, pulled up the quilt and covered her tightly. Then he sat by the bed, reached out to stroke her face, and said with great regret, "When can we actually do it for real?"
Chiang Xiao: "..."
Is this "for real" what I'm thinking it means?
This guy's face is getting thicker and thicker.
Meng Xinian leaned down, looked at her, "Today you had such a fallout with Grandma, do you regret it?"
"No regrets." Chiang Xiao immediately said.
"Then let's pick our own wedding date. This time we don't need anyone else. I'll just go through the calendar whenever I have time and look for a suitable date, okay?"
"Brother Xinian, is this your way of proposing to me again?" Chiang Xiao suddenly blinked at him.
Meng Xinian's mouth twitched.
"What proposal again? That's nonsense. You've already agreed to marry me. I'm just talking about picking a date. Forget it, I'll just pick one and carry you over when the day comes."
