With a gentle pull, he drew the disgruntled Nanzhu's wife a little closer.
"Rou'er".
"Don't call Nanzhu 'Rou'er'!"
"Okay, from now on, call her 'Nanzhu' when she's out, and 'Rou'er' when she's inside."
"no."
He Yunxiao took another step back.
"I'll only call you 'Rou'er' when we hold hands, is that alright?"
"no."
He Yunxiao pulled Meng Qingrou a little closer with force.
Is it okay?
"no!"
This isn't acceptable?
He Yunxiao held the little hand with his left hand, turned around, and used his right hand to lift up Nanzhu's delicate chin, making her pretty face lift up, her tender red lips, as delicate as flower petals, face him directly.
"Will it work?" He Yunxiao asked again.
Meng Qingrou was unconvinced. The title "Rou'er" didn't suit the princess's demeanor at all.
"No……"
Before Nan Zhu's wife could finish speaking, He Yunxiao quickly leaned down and their lips touched.
Softness collides with softness, like a dragonfly skimming the water, a fleeting touch that dissolves instantly.
Meng Qingrou's eyes widened, and she swallowed her words of refusal.
"Will it work?" He Yunxiao asked again.
Meng Qingrou nodded, then shook her head, then nodded again.
"Rou'er?" He Yunxiao asked tentatively. Seeing that his wife, Nanzhu, did not respond, he pretended to bend down again.
"Rou'er, Rou'er, Rou'er... Nan Zhu is Rou'er, Rou'er is here."
Meng Qingrou was startled by He Yunxiao's actions. She opened her eyes wide, nodded in agreement like a chick pecking at rice, and looked at him pitifully.
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