Mu Xingfeng sat there without interrupting her, listening to her chatter.
When he first met An Ran, she didn't talk much. Every time he tried to get her to speak more, he would end up making her blush.
Later, when they got together, gradually she started talking more.
She would act coquettishly with him, act unreasonably, but never had she nagged him like she was doing now.
Listening to her persuade him, talking about their child, Mu Xingfeng felt his heart melt completely.
As An Ran spoke, she realized the man's eyes were intently focused on her, with not a hint of impatience at being nagged, but rather a slight smile.
"Mu Xingfeng, did you hear what I said?" An Ran thought he must have again turned her words into mere background noise to have such an expression.
"Wife..." Mu Xingfeng suddenly spoke, his gaze tender.
