with no choice left, Nan Zhe and I honestly confessed that we were dating.

　　Both of our mothers were ecstatic, but our fathers had gloomy expressions.

　　'I only have one precious daughter.' 'I also have one precious son.' 'We'll provide a dowry of 500,000.' 'We'll provide a betrothal gift of 550,000.' 'Then I'll do 600,000!' 'I'll do 650,000!' Who would have thought that while other families hoped to pay less for the betrothal gift and dowry, our two families were competing to offer more."

　　Fortunately, the things that I and Nanzhe worried about did not happen.

　　We even fast-forwarded to the stage of discussing marriage, eager to get married as soon as we graduate.

　　I secretly poked Nanzhe's waist and said, "I don't want to get married at such a young age.

　　I haven't had enough fun yet." He held my finger, whispered in my ear, and said, "Whatever you want to play, I'll play with you."