"What beautiful fireworks!"
The woman hooked her arm through his and lay her head on his shoulder. "Did you prepare all this?"
He asked, "Do you like it?"
"Yes!"
"Hm?"
"I like it a lot! In fact, I love it!"
Feeling immensely touched, she gushed, "Thank you, Mu Yazhe!"
The fastidious man, however, latched on her wording and cocked a brow in displeasure as he fired a question at her. "What did you call me?"
"Umph…"
Her face reddened a little, and with a pout of her lips, she bashfully answered, "Isn't it inappropriate to call you 'hubby' now?"
"If not now, then when? Should I wait till my hair turns white before I hear you calling me 'hubby'?" the man jested half-heartedly. "We've already held our engagement ceremony; don't tell me that you're planning to run away from our wedding?"
Still feeling slightly shy, she pushed at his shoulder and fumed. "No… You know that I don't mean it!"
