After biting, she triumphantly said, "Hmm, just as crispy and tender as an apple, tasty, too tasty."
Ye Zi'an touched his face, knowing without looking there must be a bite mark.
"Xiaxia, I have something even tastier than an apple." As he spoke, his hands moved to encircle Yang Chuxia's petite waist. He murmured, "And there's also jelly!"
Well, how did Ye Zi'an know about jelly? It was Yang Chuxia who blurted it out. She said Ye Zi'an's lips, albeit a bit thin, were soft and tender, like eating jelly. So he remembered, even though he didn't know what jelly was.
"I told father that we'll marry in the fall!", Ye Zi'an rested his head on top of Yang Chuxia's head and continued, "We'll get married after the harvest festival, dad agreed."
"When did dad agree?" Yang Chuxia stepped away from his embrace, asking, "How come I didn't know?"
"Hehe, it was at the dinner table."