The hand holding the firewood paused slightly, then slowly spoke again, "Wange, you can call me Ayan."
He wanted Wan Ge to call him more intimately, and since they had indeed left the palace, changing their form of address was the proper thing to do.
Upon hearing this, Wan Ge moved closer to the person. Mo Yan could smell the fragrance on her body and knew that she was very close to him, so his body stiffened a little.
When Wan Ge saw him like this, she hugged him tightly and said in a soft voice in his ear, "Then from now on, I'll call you Brother Ayan, okay? Or maybe my husband."
Mo Yan dropped the firewood in his hand, turned around and embraced the woman he loved, kissing her without hesitation.
Even in his dreams, Wan Ge wouldn't dare to imagine it.
But at this moment, I truly heard her say that.
Wan Ge could actually sense it; she could sense Mo Yan's worry, his lack of confidence, and his disappointment.
She had originally intended to wait for him to slowly win her over, but she couldn't help it; she just didn't want to see him disappointed or sad. It was truly agonizing, but to avoid disappointing her little husband, she decided to let him do these bold things.
"Wange...Wange..." Mo Yan released her lips, but his arms were still holding her, whispering her name in her ear.
With a smile, Wan Ge reminded the other person, "Brother Ayan, the pot is already hot. If you don't cook, it might explode."
Mo Yan's cheeks were already red, and after hearing this, they turned even redder. She quickly turned back to continue cooking.
When Wan Ge saw him like that, she burst out laughing. He was actually quite cute.
Although Mo Yan can cook, he is, after all, a prince, and has very few opportunities to cook, so he is still a bit flustered when he gets busy.
The image of the man bustling about in the kitchen, amidst the lively atmosphere, is completely different from that of the detached immortal standing before the calligraphy and paintings.
Wan Ge didn't just stand there idly; she was also helping out, adding firewood, preparing ingredients, and serving dishes.
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After dinner, Mo Yan and Wan Ge were watching the sunset under the peach tree when Mo Yan pulled her into his arms again, his deep voice whispering in Wan Ge's ear, "Wan Ge, I...I really like you so much."
Since Wan Ge was willing to elope with him and do these things with him, then... does that mean she also likes him?
At first, Mo Yan was still confused, and even now she is still somewhat bewildered. On the one hand, she felt that she liked her brother, and on the other hand, she felt that if he was willing to elope with her, then he must also like her.
He was conflicted, yet he didn't know how to explain it.
Wan Ge didn't let the man beside her continue to hesitate, her voice extremely firm: "I also like Brother Ayan very much, so I am willing to be with Brother Ayan."
Mo Yan rubbed his nose against her hair, his heart pounding incredibly fast. His voice was tense yet firm: "Wange, just bear with it for a little longer. After we evade Father's search, I will take you away from here and give you a good life, no worse than what you had in the palace."
Mo Yan knew that they were in a mountain cabin, which was no match for the palace in any way, but as long as they could evade their search, he would never let Wan Ge suffer.
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