Two slender, jade-white, delicate fingers reached out and gently pinched the white folded paper from the table. Qin Yuan smiled and said, "Since Marquis is rounding off my words, how about I write this myself?"
Gu Jinghui looked at Qin Yuan's delicate fingers and whispered, "Call me husband."
Qin Yuan readily obliged, "Husband."
"Hmm," Gu Jinghui smiled, his long and sharp eyes slightly curved. His face, slightly emaciated from fatigue, appeared even sharper. The words rolled slowly from his lips, "Yuan'er, you and I are one body as husband and wife."
"Hmm," Qin Yuan inexplicably felt a bit shy to look at him, lowered her gaze, and pretended to respond nonchalantly, "Yes, one body as husband and wife."
The state of such a thing, seen, inevitably made the heart race faster. Gu Jinghui inexplicably felt a bit thirsty, picked up a tea cup and drank a few sips before saying, "Yuan'er..."
Qin Yuan turned around, planning to call someone.
