The two who accidentally got entangled on the sofa were already too close.
Some other emotions fermented between the two.
Su Qing tugged her husband, then tugged her son, and left the living room without a sound.
And what about Qiao Muer
When she realized that everything was timed by Yue Zheng's bitter flesh, she had already been turned over by the man and crushed on the large sofa.
"Yue Zheng, you lied to me..." Qiao Muer frowned, staring at the man who was pressing her down.
His eyes were so deep and so blue, and he was fixed on her face motionlessly: "I didn't lie to you, it's true to kneel down, and it's true to want to marry you... Mu'er, will you marry me?"
"You, Yue Zheng...don't be like this..." Qiao Mu'er's voice stuck in her throat, she couldn't bear such Yue Zheng.
She had never seen such an affectionate and lifeless Yue Zheng.
What he said in the past would make her doubt, make her unable to believe, and afraid to love.
But at this moment, seeing the starlight in his eyes, she knew that everything he said was true.
She knew it from the proud him kneeling upright in front of her family.
Such a proud man kneels down voluntarily instead of being forced. What does that kneeling represent? It's just that Qiao Muer didn't dare to think about it, not that she didn't understand.
"An'an, I like to hear you call me An'an."
The man's voice was low and deep, and he was completely irrelevant to her.
An An, An An...
It has been many years since she called him that.
The girl who was always chasing after him was almost lost by him.
He wants to hear her call him An An again.
"I..." A mist quickly formed in Qiao Muer's eyes, her throat became even hoarse, and she couldn't make a sound.
The word 'An'an', once said so proficiently, has become so difficult now.
I don't know when it started, "An'an" has become a name that can only be pronounced when she is drunk or in her dreams.
Yue Zheng's deep ice blue eyes looked at her without blinking, "Mu'er, call me."
His voice is magnetic and low, mixed with soft coaxing.
The entanglement and twists and turns between the two people, Yue Zheng knew that it was all between this one name.
As long as Mu'er is willing to call him 'An'an' again, it means she is willing to let go of her knot.
As long as the knot is opened, they still have a chance.
Never before had Yue Zheng been so sober and calm.
He was neither jealous nor angry nor threatening nor coercive, he just stared at Mu'er with encouraging eyes, waited for her to get used to it, and slowly called out—
Qiao Mu'er's soft and pink lips opened and closed, the two words were about to be spit out several times, and they got stuck on the tip of her tongue several times.
Until, as time passed by, 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 'An'an' anymore.
"It's okay, we can take our time..." Can't be forced, Yue Zheng told himself.
He comforted with a low hoarse voice, but just as he spoke, he heard a faint mosquito's voice—"An..."
Yue Zheng was stunned suddenly, and looked down at the villain in his arms: "What did you call me just now?"
Did Mu'er call him 'An'an'
Mu'er's voice was so soft and soft that he wasn't even sure for a while whether she called those two words.
"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 round and cute little chin, and pecked her soft lips: "Mu'er, call again..."