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"Mm, Qiao Chutian."
Mai Xiaomai followed with another sentence, "My husband."
Hearing this, Qiao Chutian also felt like he wanted to cry tears of joy like Mother Mai, his eyes becoming moist, "Okay, okay, I am your husband."
"Thank you..."
Mai Xiaomai's face slightly tilted as she tenderly kissed his neck, then tightened her arms, clinging to his neck as if she were an extremely tired child nestling against his back, which stirred his pity and made him want to carry her on his back for a lifetime...
"Xiaomai, now that you have come to, you should quickly get down from Mr. Qiao's back, he's about to get exhausted carrying you. If something happens to our son-in-law, what are we supposed to do?"
Mother Mai, seeing that her daughter was okay, started to worry for Qiao Chutian.
"Mm."
Mai Xiaomai replied with a soft voice to Qiao Chutian, "Put me down, please."
"Do you like me carrying you?"
Qiao Chutian didn't let go, but instead asked.
"I do."