The two people who were accidentally entangled on the sofa were already too close.
Some different emotions fermented between the two.
Su Qing tugged at her husband, then pulled her son, and left the living room quietly.
And what about Qiao Muer
By the time she realized that this was all Yue Zheng's self-torture, she had already been turned over by the man and pressed down on the large sofa.
"Yue Zheng, you lied to me..." Qiao Muer frowned and glared at the man who was pressing her under him.
His eyes were so deep and blue, fixed on her face motionlessly: "I didn't lie to you, I really knelt down and really wanted to marry you... Mu'er, will you marry me?"
"You, Yue Zheng... don't do this..." Qiao Muer's voice was stuck in her throat. She couldn't bear Yue Zheng like this.
She had never seen such a passionate and affectionate Yue Zheng.
Whatever he said in the past would make her doubt, dare not believe, and dare not love.
But at this moment, seeing the starry light in his eyes, she knew that everything he said was true.
She knew it from the way he proudly knelt upright in front of her family.
Such an arrogant man knelt down on his own initiative, not because he was forced to do so. What did that kneeling mean? Qiao Muer just didn't dare to think about it, not that she didn't understand.
"Call me An An. I like to hear you call me An An."
The man's voice was low and deep, and he was talking to her in a completely unrelated way.
Ann, Ann…
It has been many years since I heard her call him like this.
The girl who used to always chase after him was almost lost by him.
He wanted to hear her call him An An again.
"I..." A layer of mist quickly appeared in Qiao Muer's eyes, and her throat became even drier and hoarse, and she could not make a sound.
The word "An An" was once so easy to say, but now it has become so difficult.
I don't know since when, 'An An' has become a name that she can only say when she is drunk or in her dreams.
Yue Zheng stared at her with his deep, icy blue eyes, "Mu'er, call me."
His voice was deep and magnetic, mixed with soft coaxing.
Yue Zheng knew that the entanglement between the two people was all in this one name.
As long as Mu'er is willing to call him "An'an" again, it means that she is willing to let go of her worries.
As long as their hearts are untied, they still have a chance.
There has never been a moment when Yue Zheng was so clear-headed and calm.
He was not jealous, angry, threatening or forcing. He just stared at Mu'er with encouraging eyes, waiting for her to slowly adapt and slowly call out -
Qiao Muer's soft and pink lips opened and closed. She wanted to spit out those two words several times, but they were stuck on the tip of her tongue several times.
Until, time passed by minute by minute, Qiao Muer still didn't speak.
Yue Zheng's expectant eyes gradually dimmed, and he finally realized what he had missed. Mu'er really couldn't call him out, she could no longer call him 'An An'.
"It's okay, we can take it slow..." Don't force it, Yue Zheng told himself.
He tried to comfort her in a low voice, but just as he opened his mouth, he heard a faint whimpering sound coming from the distance—"An..."
Yue Zheng was suddenly stunned, and lowered his eyes to look at the little person in his arms: "What did you call me just now?"
Did Muer call him 'An'an'
Mu'er's voice was so small and soft that for a moment he wasn't even sure if it was those two words she called out.
"An An..." Qiao Muer's voice was still uncertain and trembled slightly.
The joy in Yue Zheng's eyes had already poured out. He pinched Qiao Mu'er's cute little chin and pecked her soft lips: "Mu'er, call me again..." (To be continued)