Licorice's face turned beet red, like a tomato that's just been boiled.
She was being praised non-stop by Aunt Hua, which Licorice, having never experienced before, couldn't handle.
Tang Chuxia watched and couldn't help but laugh.
Finally, Aunt Hua left, but the heat on Licorice's face wouldn't go away.
Tang Chuxia teased her, "Already shy? What are you going to do when you go on a date?"
Licorice's face turned even redder.
"Sister Xiaxia, I don't want to get married so early!"
Licorice spoke quietly, but Tang Chuxia still heard her. She was surprised, "Weren't you the one who asked my mom to find a match for you? Why don't you want it now?"
Licorice shook her head, "It wasn't me; it was my mother who asked Auntie to help!"
Realizing the situation was serious, Tang Chuxia quickly went to talk to Madam Tang about it.
