"No, how could I bear to? I still want to grow old together with you," Chu Molin was considering whether to retire and return home.
"You're serving up sweetness first thing in the morning—so sweet it's deadly." Qin Xue reached out and tugged at the corner of his mouth, making him look like he was smiling.
"I want to devour you." Chu Molin leaned down and whispered softly into her ear.
"Go to hell!" Qin Xue's face turned red. Flirting with her first thing in the morning—didn't he realize it wasn't just men who were off-limits for teasing in the mornings; women shouldn't be teased either?
"Would you really bear to let me die?" Chu Molin looked at Qin Xue seriously.
"Of course not. You have to stay perfectly fine, always." Qin Xue solemnly responded to his question.
