He Yunxiao thought for a moment, not wanting to push his luck, so he simply doubled the time, saying, "One hour."
Meng Qingrou's hand was held obediently, and she protested, "Yesterday it was clearly only half an hour."
He Yunxiao offered a nonsensical explanation: "The half hour yesterday was because we held hands the whole time without letting go."
Meng Qingrou argued forcefully, "Then can't we not separate today?"
He Yunxiao laughed and said, "You said it yourself, if we don't separate, then we won't separate."
Meng Qingrou: ? ? ?
He Yunxiao didn't care about routines anymore. What kind of routine is it to use tricks on your own wife? That's called romance.
He had already won Meng Qingrou over, so he took her to the place where he had put the "New Year's goods" earlier.
He stuffed several packets of pastries into Meng Qingrou's hands, and then took the rouge and placed it on her dressing table.
He Yunxiao thoughtfully instructed, "This rouge isn't expensive, use it as you like, I'll just buy more when you run out."
Looking at his wife Nanzhu's empty dressing table, He Yunxiao asked again, "Is there anything else you want? Hairpins, necklaces, bracelets?"
She hesitated.
He Yunxiao added, "My family is wealthy, so you don't need to be polite."
Meng Qingrou hesitated and asked, "Young Master and Nan Zhu are not related, so why are you so good to Nan Zhu?"
I like you.
“What does ‘I cherish you’ mean…”
He Yunxiao didn't rush to answer. Instead, he pulled her to sit at the table, opened the packets of pastries in her arms, picked one of each, and put it in her mouth.
At this moment, Meng Qingrou's cheeks were bulging, like a little hamster.
"You ate my dessert, and my blood flows in your veins. From now on, you belong to me, and you can only marry me. You can't run away."
Meng Qingrou's eyes widened; she felt like she'd been tricked. Because her mouth was full of snacks, she couldn't utter a single word!
He Yunxiao said, "I respect other people's opinions. You have ten seconds to object."
Hearing He Yunxiao say that, Meng Qingrou thought to herself that it was alright, and then quickly chewed the food in her mouth.
He Yunxiao began the countdown: "Ten! Nine! One! End. If you don't say anything, I'll take that as your agreement."
Meng Qingrou was at a loss for words, and the only thing she could console herself with was that the snacks were quite delicious.
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