He squinted at the nickname "Baby" in the contact list, grinned, and then tugged at Mo Weiyun's sleeve: "Say it again!"
"What?" Mo Weiyun was a little confused. He looked at the note and suddenly realized: "Baby."
Mo Weiyun's voice was low, but her tone was cheerful and upbeat, like teasing a cat, which made Yu Qiuchi feel very comfortable.
However, calling him "baby" was really beneath Chi Ye's dignity, so he waved his hand and changed it to "husband".
Looking at the nickname for his wife on Yu Qiuchi's phone, Mo Weiyun realized that Yu Qiuchi had such great ambitions.
He looked Yu Qiuchi up and down; she was so small and cute that he felt it was wishful thinking for Chi Maomao to be his husband.
Yu Qiuchi pulled Mo Weiyun along, pointed to her cheek, and brought up the camera: "Give me a kiss."
"It's a fool not to take advantage of a good deal," Mo Weiyun thought, and kissed her. Her face was indeed very tender, but Mo Weiyun wanted to kiss Yu Qiuchi's lips even more.
Yu Qiuchi changed Mo Weiyun's profile picture, which had remained unchanged for a hundred years, to the one he had just kissed.
He seemed to feel something was amiss and went to kiss Mo Weiyun.
The moment Yu Qiuchi approached, Mo Weiyun felt his breath stop. With just a light touch, he felt a scorching heat, and they parted immediately upon contact.
This made him unable to resist, so he grabbed the person and kissed him repeatedly.
Yu Qiuchi felt he had been bullied quite badly. His red lips were still glistening with tears, and his eyes were filled with tears from the lack of oxygen. However, he had not yet achieved his goal, so he could not lose his temper with Mo Weiyun.
He turned on the recording and said to Mo Weiyun, "You must repeat what I said."
Mo Weiyun nodded.
"I, Mo Weiyun, will not provoke women, nor will I be jealous."
Yu Qiuchi, not hearing Mo Weiyun repeat after him, glared at him with some displeasure: "Speak!"
"Yes, yes, I, Mo Weiyun, will not provoke any women, nor will I be jealous."
Yu Qiuchi: "I will only love Liao Liao! I want to be Liao Liao's wife!"
"You will only love one person! You will be Liao Liao's wife!" Mo Weiyun repeated indulgently.
Yu Qiuchi nodded in satisfaction, posted on his WeChat Moments, tagged all of Mo Weiyun's friends, and added the caption: "This is my wife!"
Just when Mo Weiyun thought she could kiss Yu Qiuchi to her heart's content, she was slapped across the face as soon as she touched Yu Qiuchi's waist.
"I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep!" Yu Qiuchi yawned, rolled to the middle of the bed, hugged the blanket, and said.
Mr. Mo was questioning the meaning of life late at night.
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