Chapter 89 Should we hold the wedding first? (1/2)

Yan Yu slightly raised the corners of his lips, revealing a mischievous smile.

"and……"

The word was drawn out slowly, like a feather, gently tickling Ruan Tang's heart.

Ruan Tang's heart was in her throat.

The coldness in Yan Yu's eyes had long since melted away, replaced by a mischievous smile, as he slowly uttered the next few words.

"His wife, Wu Xiuhua."

In the mental imprint, Han Zhishan was washing his face with water in the yard when his wife, Wu Xiuhua, came out with a basin and started asking him whether he wanted corn porridge or cornbread for dinner.

"..."

The courtyard was so quiet that only the two of them could be heard breathing, one soft and one heavy, intertwined.

Ruan Tang was completely stunned.

It took her a full two seconds for her mind to start working again.

She was so nervous her palms were sweating, and this is...?

A surge of heat, a mixture of embarrassment and anger, rushed to her head, turning her fair cheeks and earlobes crimson.

When did this guy become so naughty?!

How could you tease her with something like that!

"you!"

She was so angry that her cheeks puffed up, and she raised her little fist and punched his strong arm.

"You're so annoying!"

That little bit of strength is no different from a kitten scratching an itch with its paw.

But Yan Yu deliberately hissed and tightened his grip on her arm.

His hot chest pressed tightly against her back, and his deep laughter sent a shiver down her spine.

"What? Getting impatient?"

"I……"

Just as Ruan Tang was about to retort, an extremely untimely voice suddenly rang out.

"Gurgle—"

The voice was loud and long, carrying a hint of grievance.

The two of them turned their heads to look at each other simultaneously.

On the stone table under the camphor tree, Little White, who had somehow appeared, lay sprawled out like a furry "mouse pancake," utterly dejected.

Lying on its back with its four legs in the air, its little belly rising and falling.

That loud protest just now came from inside its belly.

Ruan Tang's slight embarrassment vanished instantly, leaving only a broad smile.

She smiled and patted Yan Yu's arm, wriggling out of his burning embrace. She walked to the stone table, bent down, and picked up the "rat cake."

"Little drama queen, are you hungry?"

She gently tapped the little white baby's round belly with her fingertip.

Xiao Bai got carried away with his acting and suddenly sat up.

Tears welled up instantly in Xiaobai's two large, dark purple eyes. While pretending to cry, Xiaobai pitifully rubbed its fluffy little head against Ruan Tang's palm, making soft and aggrieved "chirp chirp" sounds.

Her little face looked like she was accusing a bad man of locking her up, starving her for three days and three nights, and about to die.

Ruan Tang was amused by it and kept laughing.

Her heart softened, and she prepared to take some spiritual fruit from her spatial storage to feed it.

Just as Xiaobai was waiting for Ruan Tang to comfort it, the skin on the back of its neck suddenly tightened, and the next second, it felt dizzy.

Before it could react, the mouse had already been lifted up lightly by Yan Yu's two fingers.

Then, it rested steadily on his broad shoulders.

From this spot, you can see the owner, but it's too far away; even if you stick your butt out, you can't reach them!

"grumble--!"

The little white cat instantly bristled, glaring angrily at the bad man who had interrupted its closeness with its owner.

Yan Yu didn't even bother to glance at it, turning to look at Ruan Tang and gently urging her on.

"Here, let me help you wash your hands."

As he spoke, he led Ruan Tang to the well, drew water to help her wash her hands, and then, holding her hand, strode towards the main room.

The little white dog on the shoulder was so angry that it hugged its chest with its two little paws, but it didn't dare to kick its legs or scratch the man. It could only lie down in grievance and cover its eyes with its little paws.