I ALWAYS LISTEN TO MY WIFE, PERSONALLY UNMASKING YOU
Ni Yang stared at him, "Don't call me wifey."
Mo Qishen scratched his head, "Then what should I call you?"
Lady? Darling? Beloved? Wife?
These don't seem to sound as nice as wifey, right?
Ni Yang interrupted his imagination, "Call me whatever you used to."
"Okay, wifey!" Mo Qishen quickly nodded, "I will listen to wifey!"
Ni Yang: "..."
Mo Qishen then said, "Wifey, when can I officially become your other half?"
Ni Yang replied indifferently, "Once you've changed how you address me, I'll consider it."
Hearing this, Mo Qishen didn't dare to tease her anymore, "Yangyang, can I officially become your other half now?"
Ni Yang replied with a smile, "I can consider it now."
Mo Qishen: "..." Women's mouths, can't trust a word they say.
Mo Qishen sneakily reached for Ni Yang's hand, "Yangyang, can I hold your hand?"
Ni Yang squeezed his hand, "Aren't you holding it now?"
Mo Qishen curled his lips in satisfaction, a smile of pure contentment on his face.
So happy!
So content!
With their hands locked together, they walked leisurely on the desolate streets, the frosty moonlight casting a silvery glow on them
Both of them without any romantic experience, strolled hand-in-hand from one end of the street to the other.
They made a trip up and down the normally one hour long street as though it only took moments.
Time seems to fly when one is with the person they love.
Once they reached the Noodle Restaurant again, Ni Yang stopped, "Brother Mo, it's late. You should head home now."
Mo Qishen reluctantly halted, he still hadn't had enough of holding his wifey's hand. He wished he could stay glued to his wifey all the time.
Ni Yang smiled, "Please hurry back. Remember what you promised me earlier."
Reminded of his earlier promise, Mo Qishen reluctantly let go of Ni Yang's hand, "Yangyang, should I walk you home?"
Ni Yang said, "It's nearly eleven now. If you walk me home, you'll be really late. Besides, I rode here myself. Go on home, I'll be fine."
Ni Yang is not a person of pretensions.
In the middle of the night, she didn't want to trouble Mo Qishen.
Mo Qishen pushed the bike, "Let me take you home. I don't have anything planned for tomorrow morning, and it's not safe for a girl to be out alone at this hour."
Seeing Mo Qishen insist, Ni Yang gave in. She leaned in and sat on the back seat, "Brother Mo, let's go."
Mo Qishen held the bike, not moving.
Ni Yang asked doubtfully, "Brother Mo, aren't we going?"
Mo Qishen responded, "Yangyang, come sit in front."
The Phoenix brand bike from the 80's has a large rack in the front that can accommodate a person.
But because sitting at the front requires a somewhat intimate position, typically only couples adopt this seating.
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Rebirth of a Village Girl
RomanceNi Yang, a modern businesswoman, is reborn in her seventeenth year. The year is 1983. In an era that favors boys over girls, Ni Yang revises her tragic fate from her previous life, skirmishes in the mall, and overcomes the most challenging obstacles...