"Silly girl..." Zhao Changhe held the little girl's head in his arms and whispered, "No matter what Yangyang looks like, Brother Zhao will always like you. There's no need to think otherwise."
Cui Yuanyang buried her head in his embrace, "It's because I want Brother Zhao to always have a cute and lovable wife by his side, so he won't go out looking for another little girl. I don't mean to be jealous..."
Zhao Changhe found the last part of her words particularly amusing, thinking that when a person is charming, even their jealousy is endearing.
He couldn't help but lower his head to find her lips again, and soon the two were once more locked in a passionate kiss.
Piaomiao felt that if she had a physical body, her long hair would have been standing on end. I shouldn't have returned her body to its original state; I should have made her appear seventy or eighty years old and see how affectionate they would be then!
