Yin Yu flashed a wicked smile and patted Mu Jiangyue's head: "Little Jiang Yue, it's almost our turn. If you can't even pass the first challenge, you're not going to come crying to me, are you?"
Mu Jiangyue stamped her foot coquettishly: "Don't jinx me, I'll definitely make it through!"
"That's not a given," Yin Yu chuckled mischievously: "But even if you don't make it, I'll still take you as my little wife."
"You... shameless." Mu Jiangyue was both embarrassed and annoyed, and couldn't help but punch his chest with her little fists: "Don't talk nonsense from now on. I don't want to be your little wife."
Yin Yu grabbed her little fists, his smile devious: "Is that so? Then I'll just have to take you by force, and make you my little wife no matter what."
Mu Jiangyue struggled a bit but couldn't break free.
Her face turned red, and she simply stopped struggling, just glaring at him angrily.
Yin Yu held her small hand and brazenly started kneading it.
