Leah pinched Orson's face playfully. “Get out of the car, hurry up and change back in the lounge.”
Orson nodded dumbly. As he opened the passenger door and stepped out, his legs felt weak. Leah rushed over to support him. “You're young, so timid. How are you going to get married like this?”
Orson replied, “I’m not picky. As long as she doesn’t hit me, I’d be willing to marry.”
Leah laughed. “You might not be picky, but the girls will be.”
Wait a minute. Marry? What was he talking about?
“My mother says I’m slow-witted and useless. A person like me will never find a wife. If I can’t find one, then I won’t get married. It’s the same thing.”
“Even though you were scared tonight, Orson, I feel like I finally accomplished something! Especially when you trusted me completely and put all yo
