Two Hundred and Twelve

“Why do you imagine a honeymoon, Love?” I asked a little awkwardly.

Terrence sighed, then pursed his lips lazily. “Come on, we’ve been discussing a complicated issue for almost a week. There is nothing wrong if we think about our household.”

“That is indeed true. But why should we be in a hurry. Grandma never mentions us about inheritance,” I said.

“There is nothing wrong if we try. Um I mean, thinking about our domestic affairs.”

I thought that night our conversation would be finished briefly. But my guess was wrong, Terrence still discussed it until three o’clock in the morning. And I woke up a little late the next morning.

I quickly rushed to take a shower and set off for campus without eating the breakfast served by Terrence. But I had put a few pieces of meat in my bag. This morning I went about my activities as usual. Just a little hesitant and quivering to know the sta