Bab 1756: What kind of bridal gown do you like?

"My dear husband!"

Mu Yazhe's brows raised at that. Those three words were simply music to his ears.

The man was originally upset over her teasing, but because of those three words, his lip corners uncontrollably hooked up.

He then embraced her and gave her a smooch.

With his lips pressed against hers, he suddenly solemnly asked, "What kind of bridal gown do you like?"

"Eh?"

The sudden question struck the woman dumb.

"Little fool, I'm asking you what kind of bridal gown you like!"

Mistakenly thinking that she had failed to hear his question clearly, he patiently repeated it to her.

"The kind of wedding dress… Why are you suddenly asking me about this?"

"You're going to wear it for our wedding!"

Glaring at the hopelessly stupid fool before him in disdain, he asked, "What? Don't you want to wear one, or is it that you don't wish to marry me?"