Upon hearing, Chenchen couldn't help but chuckle, "No wonder there's a sour smell in the air!"
"..." Chongchong was embarrassed.
The little girl gloomily continued to ask, "Well, does this kind of situation happen often at school?"
"Quite often," Chenchen replied truthfully.
The little girl felt even worse, lifting her head, "Then can you not even talk to them in the future?"
"So bossy?" Chenchen glanced at her.
"Of course, you're my husband! No one likes their husband talking to other girls!" Chongchong said very seriously, and then eagerly asked, "So can you?"
"I'll think about it."
"Is one minute enough?"
"..."
"Have you made up your mind?"
"Yes."
"So the answer is?"
"I'll reluctantly agree to it."
"Hooray!"
Chongchong immediately jumped into his arms.
"Control yourself."
Chenchen pushed her away expressionlessly.
In fact, his ears turned red.
"I don't have self-control." Chongchong clung to him and wouldn't let go.
