Lovey Dovey
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Long Yun Zhan could tell that Di Mo Xuan intentionally said that with folded arms.
The motive, was to warn himself, that he was Ye Qing Luo's future husband.
But... why would Di Mo Xuan gave him such a warning?
Long Yun Zhan's brows were tightly knitted, totally unable to comprehend.
"You… what nonsense are you sprouting!" Ye Qing Luo raised her fist, as she punched Di Mo Xuan's chest.
Even she had felt it, that Di Mo Xuan was intentionally going against Long Yun Zhan.
"Am I sprouting nonsense?" Di Mo Xuan's fingers clasped on her lower jaw, as his narrow peach blossom eyes, were filled with water, "In future, we will get married, and I will become your husband, so isn't that… considered as future husband?"
Ye Qing Luo's face, turned smoky red entirely.