When Xie Yanzhi was going through puberty, one morning he woke up and secretly went to wash his underwear.
At that time, he was very sure he was looking forward to this day.
The day Lu Nianxi would call him her husband.
These past couple of days had been too exciting, too blissful, and he had momentarily forgotten about it.
He just remembered now.
Once this thought came up, he couldn't suppress it anymore.
Lu Nianxi pushed him away: "I don't want to!"
She said it and then ran out.
Xie Yanzhi savored the sweetness of calling her his wife just now, smiled at the corner of his lips, and went to chase her.
He blocked her at the kitchen door, hoarsely calling her: "Xixi, baby, wife, just call me once, I really want to hear it."
Lu Nianxi buried her face in his chest: "No, no!"
"Why not?" Xie Yanzhi couldn't help but feel a bit hurt: "Aren't I your husband?"
"Of course not!" Lu Nianxi huffed: "We're not married yet."
"But we've already..."
