Noticing that Chen Ying'er's face had flushed red again, Yue Chen smiled helplessly. "All right, all right. I'll stop teasing you."
"Isn't this all your fault?" Chen Ying'er said, looking a little indignant. "If you'd just told me how you felt earlier, I wouldn't have had to embarrass myself and let the others laugh at us."
"I had other concerns," Yue Chen said with a wry smile. "I didn't want you to spend years waiting for me for nothing."
"What do you mean, waiting?" Chen Ying'er asked, looking puzzled. "As long as we're still Demon Hunters, won't we always be together? And what exactly are these concerns of yours?"
Before Yue Chen could answer, Chen Ying'er muttered to herself, "Could it be that you know about my family?"
Yue Chen, who was still considering whether to tell Chen Ying'er about his circumstances, suddenly froze. The words "marriage arrangement" slipped out before he could stop them.
"So you already knew." Chen Ying'er paused. "That makes sense. You're from the Knight Temple too, after all. So that's what you're worried about?"
"...Yes." Yue Chen made sure to add, "That's one of my concerns."
Honestly, if Chen Ying'er hadn't suddenly mentioned the marriage her family had arranged between her and Yang Wenzhao, Yue Chen would almost have forgotten about it.
As far as he was concerned, a marriage arranged by their grandparents was nothing more than empty words. By the standards of his previous life, such a childhood betrothal had no legal force whatsoever.
But... this was the Holy Demon Continent. Here, a marriage arrangement wasn't merely talk, especially when both parties' grandparents held senior positions in their respective temples.
"Hehe, you don't need to worry about that." Noticing the change in Yue Chen's expression, Chen Ying'er wrapped her arms around his arm