Lu Moqing was amused by her appearance and deliberately messed up her hair with a hand.
The next second, he felt that this action seemed familiar.
"How can you be so bold, you fierce woman?"
Qiaoxu straightened her long hair, which had been messed up by him, and looked up at Lu Moqing. Her eyes narrowed, and a dangerous aura slowly emerged from them.
"Who are you calling a fierce woman?"
Lu Moqing wasn't afraid of her. Instead, he felt that getting closer to her during their bickering would make their relationship more intimate.
There was no hint of awkwardness due to not remembering their past together.
Seeing her looking fiercely at him, but with deep affection hidden in her eyes, Lu Moqing's eyes also filled with a smile.
"Whoever admits to being my wife, I will call them that."
"Lu Moqing, you're asking for trouble!"
Qiaoxu rushed forward and raised her hand to hit his handsome face.