Qin Chu stared into Huo Mian's eyes and smiled. Then he said, slowly and word by word, "Listen to me. You're my wife, the most important person in my life. Even if you commit murder or arson, even if you commit a hundred sins and are condemned by society, I will still love you like I do now."
Huo Mian knew that Qin Chu rarely said anything romantic; he only said things that were true and from the heart. Therefore, upon listening to his words, Huo Mian's eyes became misty.
"Don't tell me you're going to cry…" Qin Chu reached out and rubbed the tip of Huo Mian's nose gently as if he were consoling a crying child.
"No, no, that's not it. I, um, am hungry… I want something to eat."
"Sure, what do you want? I'll ask a chef to send some food over."
"No, I want you to make me black pepper pasta."
Qin Chu: "…"
"Pretty please?" Huo Mian asked coyishly.
"Sure, why not?"