She merely frowned slightly, but did not voice much objection.
His eyes lit up, "Wife, do you agree?"
"No," she said, her face flushing a bit.
He was clear-hearted, how could he not understand that his wife was already willing? Saying no was just out of shyness. He held her tightly as if to knead her into his body and murmured affectionately, "Wife, I love you, love you so much!" Whatever he did, all he wanted was to be with her.
Her body stiffened, a warm current swept through her heart. A man who would even consider her in death, she feared, could only be Third Brother in this world.
Only he had never let go of her hand; only he had always treated her as he did at the beginning.
"Wife, don't talk about choosing Fourth Brother anymore, alright?" his voice was muffled.
This time, she nodded slightly, "Mhm."
After a pause, she said, "You're not going to ask me why I chose Qinghe before?"
