With Huang Qingtian's encouraging words, Mu Keren was even more delighted.
Taking Huang Qingtian's encouragement to heart, Mu Keren set her things aside and happily threw herself into Huang Qingtian's arms.
Then, holding Huang Qingtian's long arms, she began to sing her own praises, "Huang Qingtian, don't you feel like you've struck gold? Marrying a wife who's not only beautiful and elegant but can act and even knit sweaters?"
The little fellow was smug.
Huang Qingtian was not annoyed at all by her self-praise.
On the contrary, he adored her proud and coquettish demeanor.
"I indeed struck gold," Huang Qingtian said, wrapping his arms around her, squinting his eyes as he prepared to plant a gentle kiss on her cheek.
But the sneaky kiss was unsuccessful.
Because Mu Keren suddenly wriggled out of his embrace to continue working on her sweater.
