909: But I Want You to Become My Wife Sooner

But I Want You to Become My Wife Sooner

Luosang was touched. The two of them spent every day together, yet he wasn't sick of it at all. 

"But Junting, if you always spend time with me, you will lose friends."

"If I lose them then so be it. I don't have many friends to begin with," Nian Junting said indifferently and kissed her.

"…"

Luosang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She had no idea what to say.

"Things like friends are all transient. I only need you," Nian Junting's hands were already peeling away Luosang's clothes, making her tingle all over. She could not hold a proper conversation with him anymore.

Luosang was six months pregnant, so he didn't dare be too rough. Unlike the past, he could only embrace her while they were lying on their sides. Their bodies moved rhythmically while their faces rubbed against each other.

However, his stamina was too much for her. Luosang was already exhausted and drenched in sweat, but it wasn't enough. In the end, he could only take a cold shower by himself. After, he buried his face into her neck and grumbled, "Blame it all on that little rascal. I'm turning into a monk because of him."

Luosang didn't hold back and rolled her eyes. "Aren't you taking advantage of me every day? Monks don't have it as good as you."

"I only tasted the appetizer," Nian Junting said slowly. "While you got the main course and are satisfied completely."

Luosang was awkward. Since becoming pregnant, she had become more sensitive. He could do anything, and she would still be satisfied.

"Let's sleep. Aren't we getting our marriage certificate tomorrow?"

"You are agreeing?" Nian Junting's eyes lit up.

"When have I not?" Luosang pulled the blanket up higher to hide her reddened cheeks.

Perhaps because she was thinking about registering their marriage tomorrow, her heart was a mix of emotions and she lost sleep.

Nian Junting lost sleep too.

The next day, he woke up and dressed at 6:00 a.m. He bumped into Xu Zhengxuan on his way out.

"You got up early today." Xu Zhengxuan was surprised.

"Yes, I am going to register my marriage with Luo today. I was too excited and couldn't sleep," Nian Junting couldn't hold back the smile on his face.

Xu Zhengxuan was momentarily stunned. He was partly happy for them, but also sad. The woman he had raised was about to be handed over to someone else. However, this was going to happen sooner or later.

"When I was getting my marriage certificate with your mother, I was also so excited that I didn't sleep the whole night." Xu Zhengxuan smiled bitterly. "All right I'll stop bothering you. I'm going to get breakfast for Mo Jin."

"Dad, you can occasionally slack off a little." Nian Junting thought it wasn't easy for Xu Zhengxuan to do that every day. Since arriving, he had been going to Mo Jin from morning till night.

"No, this kind of thing cannot be put off for even a day." Xu Zhengxuan waved his hand.

"Although Mo Jin hasn't forgiven me despite me doing this every day, she keeps this in her heart. If I slack off for a few days, then everything that I've done would be for naught. Anyways, when you really like someone, you feel that doing something for them is also a type of happiness. Oh right! The household register is in the drawer in my room. You guys can take it yourself."

Xu Zhengxuan left.

Nian Junting started to admire Xu Zhengxuan. From his perspective, Xu Zhengxuan and Mo Jin would reconcile sooner or later. The two of them still had feelings for each other, unlike his own parents.

…

Nian Junting woke Luosang up at 7:00 a.m. By then, Nian Junting had already prepared both of their household registers.

 "Hurry up and eat breakfast. After that we can go register our marriage."

"It's all right if we don't hurry. It's not as if the Civil Affairs Bureau would move away." Luosang was upset. She didn't sleep well last night, so she wanted to sleep in today.

"But I want you to become my wife sooner," Nian Junting said without hesitating.

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Luosang's heart was immediately melted with happiness.

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