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"Say, aren't you my wife?" Jingchen pinched her jaw and asked.
An Ning hooked her arm around his neck and took the initiative to place a kiss on his lips. "Of course, I'm your wife; we are a married couple with a certificate to prove it."
"Mmh," he finally cracked a smile, his face full of grievance.
"Hehe..." An Ning chuckled. "Uncle, you wouldn't stoop to the level of arguing with my mom, would you?"
"..." Jingchen couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth as he complained, "My mother-in-law is too formidable; she didn't even give me a chance to show myself and directly classified me as a criminal!"
"Hehe..." An Ning chuckled while gazing at his face, handsome enough to enrage both humans and gods. "That's because you're always harboring ill intentions toward me."
"Hehe..." Jingchen laughed lowly. "Have I? I don't even dare to take an extra glance at you."
