"Why do you have to treat me so well?" Qiao Mu murmured.
"What happens if you spoil me so much that I ascend to the heavens?" Qiao Mu reached out to touch his face.
Mo Lian couldn't help laughing.
"Silly girl, that naturally is because… You are my Qiaoqiao."
He was willing to dote on his wifey, the apple of his eye.
There was nothing he could do if his wife wanted to ascend to the heavens. At most he would go together with her…
Qiao Mu snuggled into his arms. Looking at him in the hazy candlelight made him extraordinarily handsome. His chiseled features were a visual feast.
He really was a beauty to behold.
The little fellow's paws very naturally fondled his defined abs beneath his clothes.
Mo Lian: …
"What, have you not touched enough?" He helplessly grasped her restless paws.
Qiao Mu squirmed in his arms and looked up at him. She called out softly, "Hubby."
