She shook her head and continued, "When I had nowhere to go but that guy, I met you. I thought you were Mo Babe. I never imagined my husband could be this nice to me. I felt happy, I didn't want to leave you, so I came back to Huang Ping with you."
Mu Xiaoyun suddenly stopped and grabbed Ye Mo's hand, "Aiya, did the scissors hurt your hand?"
"It's fine," Ye Mo smiled.
But Mu Xiaoyun still grabbed Ye Mo's hand and looked at it carefully before putting it down. Then, she rubbed Ye Mo's stomach and said, "Sorry, husband."
"Xiaoyun, I already told you, I'm not your husband. You're a free person, only the person you marry will be your husband," Ye Mo quickly corrected her.
Mu Xiaoyun started crying again, "No, you're my husband. You already said so! We've slept on the same bed and- and- I really like you. Husband, don't you like me?"
