Qiao Xia felt relieved, but Mu Liang couldn't hold back and said, "Don't you think Xiao Qiao looks a lot like you? You like her so much, I thought you considered her as a sister."
"I've always regarded her as a good friend," Qiao Xia said. "Isn't she eighteen?"
"Yes, eighteen." Mu Liang was reluctant to tell Qiao Xia the truth; the more he spoke, the more flaws would appear, which might backfire. It's actually quite effective—Xiao Qiao rarely reveals her true age, and she's eighteen every year, saving a lot of trouble.
Qiao Xia is a very serious and sensitive person, he was also afraid she would start thinking in that direction.
"I still feel your talk today was not random."
"You're overthinking it."
"I am your wife."
Mu Liang laughed, pinched her cheek, "Yes, you are my wife."
Lu Xiaojiu found Xiao Qiao while she was leisurely sipping wine. Xiaojiu patted her hand, "Did I allow you to drink?"
