"Why should I tell His Majesty?" Yan Mojiu pinched her earlobe, "You know I don't care about this."

"But I want everyone to know that I love you very much." Meng Mingxuan couldn't say that it was Lu Jingqian who woke her up. She wanted to give him the best love.

He deserves it.

"Is it necessary?"

“It is necessary.”

Yan Mojiu touched her forehead with his hand. "If Mingxuan simply wanted to show off her affection, she should have said that she wanted everyone to know that we love each other very much. But what Mingxuan just said was that she wanted everyone to know that Meng Mingxuan loves Yan Mojiu very much."

“…”

No, this is too nitpicking.

"Actually, I just want to hide Mingxuan." Yan Mojiu smiled.

"Is it possessiveness?" Meng Mingxuan also laughed.

"No." Yan Mojiu slid down and rested his head on her shoulder. "It's a perverted possessiveness."

“…”

I am speechless.

"But I want to announce it to the whole world." She rubbed her cheek against his head.

"We're not stars." He didn't need her to make any concessions for him.

What she didn't want was what he didn't want.

"Ninth Brother..."

"Mingxuan still remembers talking to her sister when she was 16 years old. She really liked the works of internationally renowned Chinese designer Vera and said that every girl wanted to wear the wedding dress designed by her to marry her loved one."

Meng Mingxuan was silent, "I remember."

She tried her best to keep her tone calm, but a slight tremor still leaked out.

"Half a year ago, I asked Yilin to contact her and paid her a lot of money to design a wedding dress for Mingxuan." Yan Mojiu didn't look up, but just gently clasped Meng Mingxuan's soft fingers, "After Mingxuan said she didn't want to wear a wedding dress, I canceled it with her."

Half a year ago.

Meng Mingxuan opened her lips but couldn't ask.

"That's a full 10,000 yuan in liquidated damages. Is my husband a spendthrift?"

"no."

Meng Mingxuan secretly pinched her thighs until they turned red, trying to hold back her tears.

"At that time, I thought, no matter what, I will fulfill Mingxuan's 16-year-old wish. I want to wait until the wedding dress is made and make a bet with Mingxuan. What if Mingxuan thinks the wedding dress is beautiful and wants to marry me?"

Yan Mojiu reached out and hugged her, and whispered into her ear, "But, even if Mingxuan is not going to marry me, I will let Mingxuan wear this wedding dress."

Meng Mingxuan couldn't hold back her tears after all, and they fell on his shirt. "Why are you so stupid?"

"If Mingxuan doesn't fall in love with me and doesn't want to marry me, then it must be because I'm not good enough."

"No, you are good, it's me who is not good, it's me who is not good..."

She hugged him tightly, regretting her self-righteous girlish thoughts. She moved further and further away from him, not knowing that he was enduring all this heartbreak alone.

This was the first time Yan Mojiu did not coax Meng Mingxuan.

He hugged her, waited for her emotions to pass, then held her on his lap and wiped her tears with his fingertips, "Look, if you bring up the past again, you will be sad."

"It's not just sadness." She looked at him with red eyes, "It's also heartache."

"Since we both love each other, why don't we let go of the past?" Yan Mojiu gently pressed the corners of her red eyes, "Mingxuan, if you hold a wedding just to make me happy, then this wedding will be meaningless."

Meng Mingxuan was touched, "What if I would be happy too?"

"You won't."

"You are not me, how do you know I can't do it?"

"Your heart told me."

"You've become a spirit." She couldn't help but snort.

Yan Mojiu smiled, holding her face and kissing the corner of her eyes, "We have many, many futures, there is no need to regret the past. The wedding is just a process, it cannot be officially announced to the whole world to prove that love is eternal, otherwise those celebrity couples who spent hundreds of millions on their weddings would not get divorced."

"What if I insist on doing it?" Meng Mingxuan was almost convinced, but she still asked unwillingly.

"Then I will contact Vera and ask her to continue designing that wedding dress. If you are willing to wear the wedding dress she designed and marry me, we will have the wedding."

“…”

Meng Mingxuan said nothing.

Did Brother Jiu notice something? He seemed very sure that she would not wear that wedding dress.

Meng Mingxuan didn't dare to act unreasonably anymore. She didn't want Brother Jiu to know all those things. He wouldn't blame her, he would just feel sad and blame himself.

She didn't want him to be sad, nor did she want him to blame himself.

"Let's go upstairs."

"What are you doing upstairs?" Yan Mojiu reached out for the warm tea and took a sip.

"I want to kiss you."

Yan Mojiu immediately put a piece of tea leaves into his mouth. After a moment, he glanced sideways and asked, "Want to seduce me?"

“…”

No.

Yan Mojiu finally put down the teacup, reached out to pick her up, and walked towards the stairs.

"Brother Jiu, is the tea delicious?"

“…”

Mingxuan is getting worse and worse.

Going upstairs, Yan Mojiu put her on the sofa and said, "Wait for me for a moment."

"I just want to kiss you." Meng Mingxuan opened her eyes wide.

"I'm going to rinse my mouth, not take a shower." Yan Mojiu rubbed her head, "Don't think about such beautiful things, we'll talk about it tonight."

“…”

Sometimes I really want to bite him.

Meng Mingxuan's sadness disappeared completely, she jumped up and pushed him into the bathroom.

While Yan Mojiu was gargling, Meng Mingxuan lifted her skirt to look at her thighs, and her lips blushed. What if Brother Jiu saw her... well, she would blame it on Brother Jiu.

She found some ointment in the drawer, rubbed it on her thighs, and wiped her fingers with wet cloth.

Perfect.

Yan Mojiu walked out of the bathroom and saw Meng Mingxuan lying on the sofa playing with her mobile phone. Her small body blended into the milky white color, which reminded him of the many times when he looked at her like this and wanted to hug her and kiss her but was afraid of scaring her.

He is so stupid.

I should have bullied her as a man and treated her as my brother.

Even though he promised her sister that he could touch her when she was older, he didn't say that she couldn't kiss her.

Yan Mojiu walked over, took a look at the Snake game in Meng Mingxuan's hand, raised his hand to take her phone away, and pressed on her.

"I'm almost through." Meng Mingxuan glared at him.

"I'll compensate you with the most handsome brother in Lincheng." Yan Mojiu smiled, held her wrists on both sides, and bent down to kiss her.

A kiss full of strawberry flavor, Meng Mingxuan thought dizzily. She struggled for a moment but his release of her wrist caused her to naturally hook up to him and get closer to him.

Yan Mojiu loved her response very much and kissed her even more deeply. Her skirt was unceremoniously lifted up and a faint fragrance of ointment entered his nose.

His eyes cleared for a moment, and he pulled away and looked down at her thighs.

An obvious pinch mark appeared on the fair and tender skin of the thigh.

It can be seen that the person who did it was not polite at all.

Meng Mingxuan noticed his gaze and immediately sat up and accused: "You did it!"

"when?"

"Then I forgot, but you are always wild."

"Really?" Yan Mojiu squatted down and kissed the pinch marks on her legs. "Why do I remember not eating meat for a few days?"

“…”

Forget this.

Meng Mingxuan soon began to tremble, and pushed his head helplessly with her hand, "Don't..."

"Cry if you want to. No need to pretend or endure."

Yan Mojiu continued to kiss upwards, "Husband will coax you well."

Meng Mingxuan tilted her head back, tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes. She didn't know if it was because of his kiss or something else.