He felt like she had gotten much skinnier, and a certain originally rotund area seemed to have also thinned down.

  He felt so awful inside.

  He had nourished her with much difficulty to be round as a pearl and as smooth as jade, yet she was now back to before after several days.

  “Sigh!” Qiao Mu also sighed along with him in a hilarious fashion.

  A hint of amusement rippled in Mo Lian’s phoenix eyes.

  “I am Hubby.” He murmured in a whisper into her ear, “I am Hubby, Darling.”


  His breath lingered about her ear as he repeated this several times. Although she could not sense his closeness because she had yet to recover her sense of touch, her heart felt very peculiar.

  His head of fine black hair, which cascaded like a waterfall to the surface of the water, lightly parted with the wind.

  At this time, he carried the little fellow to the big rock and sat down with her. He looked down at her unblinkingly with his pristine black phoenix eyes, as if wanting to embed her deep into his bones without showing any intention of letting go again.

  Even though the little fellow had lost her emotions and had no feelings in the present moment, she was still able to sense that something was not right from the intense feelings carved into those eyes.

  Therefore, Qiao Mu stretched out her small hand and pushed Mo Lian’s handsome face aside.

  A breeze from the lake gently blew past his jade-white robe and made his waist belt flutter, just like the sensation he was giving her right now. It was so unconventionally graceful and limpid.

  “Hubby?” She blinked her eyes.

  The slow-witted look that entered Mo Lian’s eyes was exceptionally adorable to him.

  “Right, Hubby!”


  While wiggling her small legs, Qiao Mu brooded in vexation.

  Normally, she should obliterate everyone that hindered her from cultivating, but Miss Qiao didn’t want to hurt this person in front of her.

  Suddenly, a greasy, golden-yellow roasted chicken drumstick oscillated in front of Qiao Mu.

  Qiao Mu blinked once then twice, momentarily thinking that it was an illusion. Therefore, she reached out to pinch his jade-like cheeks.

  “Does it hurt? Hubby,” asked Darling Qiao.

  “Hiss.”

  Mo Lian creased his charming eyebrows and gave an honest nod.

  Only then did Qiao Mu snatch that drumstick and take a bite, after which she wiped her oily hand on his bluish white sleeve.

  Mo Lian chuckled as he hugged her waist, lowering his head to peck her fair and tender cheek. He declared in his heart:

  It didn’t matter even if she temporarily didn’t remember him. Eventually, he would make her remember him again!

  Moreover, Mo Lian suspected that the reason Qiaoqiao had ended up in this state was probably linked to that Ding Yun from Beijing Manor.

  No matter how intelligent Mo Lian was, he probably wouldn’t have imagined it.

  The reason Qiao Mu, this little fellow, had ended up in this state was totally thanks to the disaster-courting curse she drew herself!

  After Qiao Mu finished gnawing on the drumstick and wiped her small, oily hands clean on his clean robe, she wriggled free from his arms and entered the water to continue cultivating.