Su Xiaoyue stopped crying and burst into laughter, saying, "So you're staying here and not leaving?"
"Not leaving," Zhao Yang sighed.
"That's my good husband!" Su Xiaoyue, excited, clung even tighter to Zhao Yang!
Zhao Yang panicked and quickly said, "Hey, don't talk nonsense."
"How is that talking nonsense?" Su Xiaoyue lifted her head, her beautiful eyes unblinking as she stared at Zhao Yang, asking.
"That..."
Zhao Yang hemmed and hawed, unable to come up with a reason.
"Didn't you say on the mountain that I'm the wife you won at that what's-its-name tavern..." Su Xiaoyue said.
"That was just a joke," Zhao Yang said.
"You're not allowed to joke!" Su Xiaoyue said.
Zhao Yang looked at Su Xiaoyue's jade-like pretty face seriously and asked, "Do you really want to be my wife?"
"Sure!" Su Xiaoyue replied without hesitation.
You little rascal, I'm totally defeated by you, you could've at least not agreed so readily!
