At one in the afternoon, the two finally left the graveyard, loath to part.
On the road, Wang Xiaoshuai once again urged, "Xiaoying, go to the Central Hospital in the city next week for the abortion, rest assured, I'll pay for it!"
The reason he had scheduled it for the next week was that he had just been with Zhao Xiaoying and wasn't nearly done with his cravings for her; he didn't want her to have the surgery so soon.
Plus, by the time she recovered from the miscarriage, the summer vacation would be over, and once Zhao Xiaoying went back to school, he had no idea when he'd get another chance to be with her.
Sensing what Wang Xiaoshuai was thinking, Zhao Xiaoying smoothed her hair beside her cheek and smiled back, "Okay, I'll listen to you. But don't worry, even after I go to school, I'll come back to see you often. If I complete my university education and you, Brother Xiaoshuai, are still unmarried, then how about I become your wife?"