Ti stood still at this mont; in their eyes, there was only each other.
"Wuyou, actually, I always thought you were a cold and aloof handso man."
In both past and present lives, he has always stood at the top of the crowd, making people afraid to approach.
However, she didn’t expect that when he spoke sweet words, it could be so intoxicating.
Sikong Wuyou was not willing to give up, "So what you an is, I’m not a handso man now?"
As expected, this girl probably found his face most attractive at first.
He hadn’t forgotten the look of infatuation she had when they first t.
"You’re still a handso man now, just not cold and aloof anymore, making people feel hard to approach," An Ning said.
Sikong Wuyou chuckled softly, but amidst the smile was a trace of lancholy, "An Ning, do you still want to know about my family background?"
"Are you willing to tell ?" An Ning asked.
Sikong Wuyou sighed, "Actually, it’s a long story."
Then sum it up, she thought.
But before An Ning could speak, Sikong Wuyou continued, "I’ll tell you slowly after this little one falls asleep, is that okay?"
"Okay." An Ning nodded.
Xiaoniu was indeed quite restless, although not crying, his little body was twisting around incessantly.
It was really interrupting their conversation.
Sikong Wuyou fetched so water, letting Xiaoniu sit on his lap, while he sat on the stool by the table.
An Ning wrung out a cloth to wipe Xiaoniu’s face.
At such a mont, they were genuinely in sync.
If ti could forever stay in this mont, they might only feel sweetness.
By the ti Xiaoniu fell asleep, a long ti had already passed.
Looking outside, it was already late and quiet into the night.
An Ning sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Sikong Wuyou standing in front of her, and asked seriously, "It’s so late, how did you co here?"
Sikong Wuyou: "I thought you couldn’t wait to know my family background."
An Ning: "I’m more worried about how you’ll get back later."
In the dead of night, and so cold.
She had been so drawn in by his words that she had overlooked this.
"Then I just won’t go back," Sikong said directly.
An Ning frowned, "Sikong Wuyou... I don’t like jokes like this."
Actually, there were enough places for him to rest if he stayed.
But she feared he would think her frivolous.
In this world, being together without doing anything doesn’t necessarily an purity; keeping him here would an she was taking a big step back, giving him ample reason to think less of her.
Sikong Wuyou moved closer, sat beside her, and naturally embraced her in his arms, "Not teasing you anymore."
"So are you going to tell or not?" An Ning had run out of patience.
"I am the County Magistrate of Long’an County, also the Top Scholar renowned in the capital city three years ago, and the fourth young master of the War Prince Residence."
"By such calculations, Wuyou, you’re at a disadvantage being with . Do you want to reconsider the marriage proposal?"
"I think so too."
An Ning looked up angrily.
Just as she was fuming, she heard Sikong Wuyou say, "Just teasing you, having chosen you, how could I let go so easily!"
Hearing the seriousness in his voice, An Ning’s anger subsided.
"You can’t tease about such things anymore; I can’t handle being teased," she worried she’d take it seriously. After all, he was so outstanding, and she had nothing.
"Alright." Sikong Wuyou nodded and then said, "Ningning, although I am the fourth young master of the War King Residence, I was raised outside since childhood and will never enjoy the glory and privileges of the War King Residence. Can you accept this version of ?"
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