"If your hands dare to move around again, I'll chop them off, believe it or not."
Ye Xiao buried her head in Qiao Si's chest, softly threatening him.
Clearly, this man was already tired, yet he still had the energy to do other things, as if he wasn't afraid of exhausting himself to death.
"Would you really chop them off? Do you hope for your future husband to be without hands?"
Qiao Si held the girl in his arms tightly and chuckled.
He didn't plan on doing anything, just wanted to tease her, enjoying her angry look.
"What husband, you're not my husband."
In the darkness, Ye Xiao's face turned red, and she fiercely pinched Qiao Si's arm. Saying something like "husband," he really had no shame.
"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it; anyway, in the future, facts will prove it."
Qiao Si stopped moving around but held the girl tightly in his arms.
He would be her husband, and only he could be her husband.
