Returning from the journey, she was really a bit thirsty. Seeing the concern in his clear pupils, warmth filled her heart, "Fourth Brother, don't call me Qingyue anymore, call me... wife."
He paused, his handsome face filled with ecstasy, "Qingyue… wife, do you... do you accept me?"
She nodded slightly, taking the bowl from his hand, guzzled down several mouthfuls, and finished the water in the bowl.
He voluntarily took the empty bowl from her hand, so excited that he almost couldn't hold onto the bowl. His hand trembled uncontrollably.
Su Qingyue held his fair, slender hand, "Fourth Brother..." Later, she would take good care of him.
Xiao Yishan stood under the eaves, watching his wife's affectionate interaction with the Fourth Brother. A sour feeling arose in his heart, and his cold voice unconsciously murmured, "Wife..."
Qingyue glanced at him, "Second Brother should still call me Yue'er."
The second brother is not suitable to be her husband.
