Nian Junting nodded and said, "Don't you like me being talkative? Only a talkative person can say different sweet love words to you every single day. The cold and proud people won't even tell you that they love you. What's fun about that?"
Luosang laughed. "Mr. Nian, what love words did you say to me? Why don't I recall any?"
Nian Junting tilted his head, thought for a moment, then said, "Do you know that we're both awful?"
"Why?" Luosang was confused.
Nian Junting curved his lips into a faint smile and said, "You're awfully beautiful, and I'm awfully handsome. We're the perfect match for each other."
Luosang didn't know what to say.
He didn't forget to compliment himself when saying love words to his wife. But recently, he was indeed getting better and better at saying tasteless love words. At least he was not as sharp-tongued as before.
