***
"You're not my trouble."
Qiao Chutian looked at her sternly, "If you say that again, I'm going to get angry."
"Okay, thank you, Chutian."
"Say thank you, husband."
"Thank you, hubby."
"Mai Xiaomai, you're doing this on purpose!"
Qiao Chutian thought back to that moment on the grass below, when he had waited with high hopes for her to call him 'husband.' Instead, she had pretended to be a clueless child and called him 'hubby.' He stared at her and said, "I am your husband, not your 'hubby.'"
"One day, you're going to become a 'hubby,' right?"
Seeing his frustrated expression, Mai Xiaomai felt her heavy heart lighten, and she smiled gently.
When he saw her smile, Qiao Chutian's heart lit up like the sun piercing through the clouds, and he was slightly intoxicated by the sight of her slightly upturned lips.
