"And I know my grandfather very well, so there will be times when I need your cooperation, understand?"
As time passed bit by bit, approaching eleven o'clock, Yuan Xiaoxiao began to feel a bit sleepy. Meanwhile, Xie Qikan, with his steady strides, returned to the master bedroom. Holding his bathrobe, he was about to step into the bathroom but paused, turned back, and glanced at the petite woman. His gaze swept over her as he gave her instructions.
"Alright."
Ever since their earlier conversation, Yuan Xiaoxiao inexplicably felt a little timid and a bit guilty. Although she had called Xie Qikan by "Qikan" or "husband" before, saying it out loud still felt challenging. But the older man's reasoning was undeniably sound, so she adorably nodded her head in agreement. Internally, she kept reinforcing those two terms, though "husband" felt even harder than "Qikan." Repeatedly, she silently recited his name—Qikan—in her heart.
"Xiaoxiao, say it once, try it."
