Nian Junting felt her words were sweet like he had just eaten a mouthful of honey.
He felt that his wife was great.
He reached out and hugged her. They exchanged seats, and he let her sit on him, "Luo, I'll go with you to Tibet. But you must be mentally prepared. Ngari is beautiful, but it's a tough trip. I don't mind bringing our son, but he might not be able to bear the journey. Your parents are too old. It's better for just the two of us to go. As for Nian Xi and her husband, they're newlyweds. Let's not disturb them. We'll go alone next time, okay?"
"Alright... I didn't say that I must go with them. It's not good to disturb them either," Luo Sang wrapped her arms around his waist. In fact, she didn't want much. He just needed to learn to understand and give in, in certain aspects.
"The main thing is that I don't want them to disturb us," Nian Junting said in a low voice, then kissed her hard with his thin lips.
