Upon being told this by Gu Nanzhou, Su Wan began to imagine a life where she did nothing, lying at home every day and relying on her husband for support. As the young girl pondered this, she suddenly realized a problem.
Su Wan always spoke faster than she thought, and as soon as the idea came to her mind, she blurted it out, "Isn't that like being kept in a golden house?"
But then she reconsidered and added, "Though you probably wouldn't do such a thing."
Gu Nanzhou's actions paused slightly, his gaze moving back to his young wife's eyes. Her eyes were beautiful, meticulously exquisite. It seemed she was thinking about something, the light in the depths of her eyes twinkling, appearing both spirited and appealing.
His fingers curled, pinching her waist tighter and tighter. Gu Nanzhou's eyelids drooped slightly, his lips trailing down to her neck where he buried his head into the snowy expanse of her neck and took a deep breath.
"Baby."
