C9

Zhan Xiaolou's footsteps didn't stop after seeing the girl's strength. In a country with a female obsession, the rules between an unmarried man and woman weren't as strict as they were now. Moreover, the Qu Family had taken the initiative to do so.

For example, Lou Cheng and Gu Li, they were already appointed men and women. It wasn't out of the question to see each other before marriage.

As Zhan Xiaolou walked step by step towards him, for some reason, his heart suddenly beat faster and his face slowly turned a bit red. When Zhan Xiaolou stepped into the pavilion, he could only speak in a reserved manner, "Miss Zhan."

"Young Master Qu can just change my Lou."

He was three years older than Zhan Xiaolou. Even though there was no mention of a male or female student hugging a gold brick, Zhan Xiaolou still somehow thought of this phrase.

Zhan Xiaolou's attitude was gentle. She didn't dare to look into Liu Gan's eyes. She felt that she could see through a little bit of it. In the face of such a force, Zhan Xiaolou always felt scared.

"Lou …"

After calling him, Qu Li didn't know what to say. He recalled how Zhan Xiaolou had addressed him. He couldn't help but open his mouth. "Qu Li, my name is Qu Li."

Qu Li spoke seriously. Zhan Xiaolou was stunned for a moment before suddenly smiling. He looked at Qu Li and said, "Yes, he is."

Zhan Xiaolou's tone was serious, but when he heard the 'strength' coming from her mouth, his face reddened. He circled his fingers nervously for a long time before he let out a teasing 'strength', relaxing his nervousness.

Under these emotions, Qu Li finally mustered up his courage. He took out a silk bag from his sleeve and handed it to Zhan Xiaolou. Then, he softly said, "You can't dislike it!"

He had been practicing martial arts since childhood, and for the past three days, he had been in a difficult position to embroider this silk sachet. He had finally chosen the best sachet in the embroidered sachet to give to Zhan Xiaolou, afraid Zhan Xiaolou would not like it.

The moment she had obtained the silk bag, Zhan Xiaolou had known that the embroidery process wasn't good. However, thinking about the status of the calmness, she also felt relieved.

"How could I dislike it? This is hand-embroidered!"

Carefully putting the silk bag into the lapel of his shirt, he realized that Zhan Xiaolou's actions had loosened up his nervousness. The moment he relaxed, he felt that his fingers had been sewing the silk bag for the past few days. It really hurt.

Despite trying his best to control the pain in his fingers, Zhan Xiaolou's sharp eyes could still see it. He reached out a hand and pulled it into his own.

The hands were very rough, different from the meticulously maintained hands of the man from the other families, and they were not even as delicate as Zhan Xiaolou's. Zhan Xiaolou lowered his head to look at the big hands, a trace of heartache flashing through his eyes.

He was more decisive than Zhan Xiaolou and didn't see the emotion in Zhan Xiaolou's eyes. He looked at Zhan Xiaolou and thought that Zhan Xiaolou was looking down on him. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Zhan Xiaolou ask in a pained tone, "Does it hurt?"

Zhan Xiaolou's voice was very soft, but those two words were so light that they almost made him go berserk. Immediately, his emotions went away.

So it turned out that she felt sorry for him!

The more he thought about it, the hotter his face became. He slightly shook his head and tried to withdraw his hand, but he found that Lou Cheng had increased the strength to hold his hand. If he wanted to break free, he had to increase his strength.

However, for some reason, he didn't want to let go of Zhan Xiaolou's grip.

To be able to be pained by his future wife, was this what his mother meant by 'good fortune'?