Muo Huangnian lowered his head, his thin lips caressing her delicate and tender cheeks, "As for the future, it's too distant, no one can predict what might happen. Since I've married you, maybe I will grow to like you, as long as you are obedient and don't make trouble for me."
Manman felt his uniquely masculine scent enveloping her. Her slender eyelashes trembled minutely, lightly brushing his face, "If I don't make trouble... will you never lie to me again in the future?"
As soon as she spoke, she thought of what he had just said.
As for the future, it's too far away.
Unpredictable...
Manman lowered her gaze, holding on to his hand without letting go. Muo Huangnian gazed deeply into her face, locking onto her every expression, "We'll talk about it later. If we don't go now, we'll be late for our wedding. Others will laugh at us. I'll carry you, okay?"
