Huo Junmo stared at Ling Yueyue's tense little face for a while, and as he watched, he suddenly laughed.
Ling Yueyue touched her own face, puzzled, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Huo Junmo helplessly said, "I'm laughing at how silly you are! You usually seem quite smart, and I thought you were smart too, yet today you ask such silly questions!"
"What? How is that a silly question? It's something every woman cares about, okay!" Ling Yueyue pouted, looking at him with dissatisfaction.
Huo Junmo gently pinched her nose, "You still say you're not silly! Let me ask you this, do you think I'd marry just any random woman? If that were the case, why would I have been single for five years? So many women more beautiful and prettier than you have thrown themselves at me, and yet I chose to marry you, a little shrew?"
