His gaze was intense, tinged with restrained anticipation.
Qiao An's proud expression gradually cracked.
What did he mean... we agreed last time to register our marriage?
When did she ever agree to that?
All along, it was just his wishful thinking!
"Little Nuomi, cover your ears," Qiao An bent down and told Little Nuomi.
Little Nuomi blinked and asked her with a soft and cute milk voice, "Why, Mommy? Can't Little Nuomi listen?"
"Mind your own business."
"Okay then." Little Nuomi obediently raised her hands and covered her ears.
Qiao An immediately let out a scoff, turning to look at Mu Jingxi with an exquisitely furious expression, even her beautiful eyes shimmering with an exceptionally alluring glow, "Mu Jingxi, when did I agree to go and register our marriage with you?"
Wishful thinking!
If sleeping together once meant marriage, would she have had to marry him three years ago?
Pfft!
To hell with three years ago!
