The sweet and glutinous roasted yam in his mouth had lost its flavor, tasting like chewed wax to Zhao Yan. He could not taste it at all, simply chewing away like a machine.
Of course, what he understood least of all was where this Matchmaker Ma had suddenly popped up from.
"Proposing marriage?!" Gu Muling was equally unprepared for this turn of events. Back in Yuantan, people had come to propose marriage before. At that time, she was at the age for betrothal; having never experienced it, and seeing that both her father and mother were in favor, she had half-comprehendingly agreed to let them meet.
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