"Silly girl, why are you pinching your face?"
Cheng Zhiming tenderly touched Xinlan's cheek, "Look, your face is so red from pinching, doesn't it hurt?"
"Uh... I just wanted to see if I was dreaming!"
Mu Xinlan looked at Cheng Zhiming and started laughing foolishly, "It hurts, which means I'm not dreaming! Eiran, I really married you!"
"You're such a little fool!"
Cheng Zhiming reached out and pulled her into his arms, "Both our parents came to be witnesses and signed the marriage certificate, why don't you believe it?"
"I was just too surprised!"
Xinlan wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, "I can't believe it, I'm already Mrs. Cheng!"
"Come on, Mrs. Cheng, let me hear you call me husband!"
Cheng Zhiming teased her, and after a long moment of blushing, she quietly called out, "Hus... husband!"
"What? I can't hear you!"
Cheng Zhiming raised an eyebrow, looking at Mu Xinlan, "When did Mrs. Cheng's voice become as soft as a mosquito's?"
