Xiao Moli was helpless; who made him speak without thinking and upset his wife?
He pulled her hand and placed it over his heart, "I'll dig out this heart for you and carve your name all over it. Is that enough?"
An Ziqi tried to pull her hand away with force, but it was firmly held by Xiao Moli and couldn't be pulled back.
She pouted, "I don't want it. Give it to whoever you want and carve whoever's name you like."
Xiao Moli chuckled, "But I only want to give it to you and only carve your name."
Listening to his heartfelt words at this moment, An Ziqi felt a pang in her heart and burst into tears.
"You jerk, big jerk! The situation was urgent at the time. How could I have time to ask so many questions? What if I wasted time and you died? And you were mean to me, you didn't want me..."
"There, there, I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have been mean to you. You can hit me, just don't cry."
Xiao Moli lowered his head and kissed away the tears on her face.
