Mù Qiānxún rolled her eyes and turned her back.
Ignored him.
Ou Zun looked baffled.
Did he say something wrong?
No, right!
His son is indeed the Little Prince, and his daughter is indeed the Little Princess?
Even though Jin Shi's are Morning and Evening.
The key is Mu Xin had two!
If Mù Qiānxún had two in her belly, he could name them too!
What about Forever and Always.
Never parting.
Eternally.
Endlessly.
Who wouldn't?
It depends on how many kids are in the belly, right?
Only one, he's willing but weak!
To the cold war method, Ou Zun absolutely doesn't allow it. The two can sit on the sofa, doing their own thing, whatever.
But not talking now is a cold war.
So he started his special hobby.
Foot squeezing.
He was very fond of Mù Qiānxún's little feet, squeezing them in his hands, smooth and tender. Whenever he had nothing to do or was thinking, as long as she was nearby, he would have her feet in his hands squeezing them, relieving stress and passing the time.
