Mù Qiānxún grinned at him, laughing her heart out especially after making a drunken burp.
"Hmm... it was the time you said you wanted to propose to the Xin Family. I thought then, 'How can this goofy man be so warm? Perfect husband material, don't you think?'"
Ou Zun's forehead twitched, "Goofy?!"
Mù Qiānxún playfully tapped his nose with her finger.
"The emphasis is on 'warm' and 'perfect as a husband'…"
Ou Zun always misses the point.
Looking at her adorable figure, drunk and tilting her little face, her long hair falling apart. Her fluttering eyes coupled with her innocent stupidity brought a flush of endearment and annoyance to Ou Zun's face.
Confession could just be a confession, why does it have to be an odd one?
How could he end up being called goofy?
Taking a deep breath, he reminded himself, don't quarrel with a drunkard.
Yes, she's a drunkard.
Suddenly, Ou Zun's face stiffened.
