Nan Mufeng was speechless.
"I don't care, you must stand your ground. If you have anything with her, I'll chop you up!" Jian Xi waved a fruit knife, baring her teeth, like an angry little cat.
Very cute.
Nan Mufeng laughed. No matter how she lost her temper, she always seemed adorable to him.
Jian Xi deflated and put down the fruit fork: "Anyway, I mean what I say."
"Alright, I promise you."
"Hmm."
A cup of coffee was finished, and Nan Mufeng had to leave.
The time spent together was always so brief.
He got up, looking at his wife reluctantly.
She looked up at him, her eyes gentle and affectionate.
How he longed to hold her, to kiss her, to touch his little darling... but in the end, he could only leave with a blank expression.
Watching his figure gradually disappear from view, Jian Xi also stood up contentedly, left the café, and returned to the inn to work.
For the sake of their reunion as husband and wife soon, she must also work hard...
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