"Alright then, let's not come here anymore in the future. I don't like you coming here."
"Okay, we won't come anymore."
"And you're not allowed to marry anyone else, you can only marry me."
"...Okay."
"That's more like it." Wen Xiao'ai smiled happily, let go of his hand, turned around, and jumped onto his back, climbing up.
"Let's go home. Let's go home and eat the food Xiaocha made."
"Okay." Jun Moyan picked her up.
"Jun Moyan, I'll tell you a secret. I just cast a spell on Jun Wuyang so that annoying ghost will itch for seven days and nights." Wen Xiao'ai wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered smugly into his ear, her face full of mischief.
"Being naughty again."
This doting tone made Wen Xiao'ai feel even more cheerful.
"Hmph, scratch him to death. Who asked him to speak ill of you? It's good I didn't hit him. No one can bully you except for me. If anyone dares to bully you, I'll beat them to death."
