The hand holding the firewood paused for a moment, then slowly said: "Wange, you can call me Ayan."

He wanted Wane to call him more intimately, and they had indeed left the palace, so changing the name was the right thing to do.

Wange heard this and moved closer to him. Mo Yan could feel the fragrance on her body, and knew that she was very close to him, so his body inevitably stiffened a little.

And when Wane saw the other person like this, she hugged him directly, and said softly in his ear: "Then I will call you Brother Ayan in the future, okay? Or husband."

Mo Yan directly dropped the firewood in his hand, turned around, hugged his beloved woman in his arms, and kissed her without hesitation.

Even in his dreams, he didn't dare to imagine what Wane said.

But at this moment, he really heard her say this.

Wange could actually feel Mo Yan's worry, his lack of confidence, and his loss.

Originally, she wanted to wait for him to slowly conquer her, but there was no way, she just didn't want to see him disappointed and sad. It was really terrible. In order not to disappoint her little husband, she had to let her do these bold things.

"Wange...Wange..." Mo Yan let go of her lips, but still held her with both hands, whispering her name in her ear.

Wan Ge smiled and reminded him: "Brother Yan, the pot is already hot, if you don't cook, it may explode."

Mo Yan's cheeks were already red, and after hearing this, his cheeks became even redder, and he quickly turned around to cook.

Wan Ge looked at him like this and laughed out loud, which was quite cute.

Although Mo Yan could cook, he was a prince after all, and he had very few opportunities to cook, so he was still a little flustered when he was busy.

Standing in the kitchen full of fireworks, the man who was busy and flustered was completely different from the immortal who stood in front of the calligraphy and painting and was independent of the world.

Wan Ge didn't just stand there stupidly, she also helped, adding some firewood, helping him to prepare the ingredients and serving dishes.

After dinner, Mo Yan and Wan Ge were watching the sunset under the peach tree. Mo Yan hugged her again, and his deep voice rang in Wan Ge's ears: "Wan Ge, I... I really like you."

Since Wan Ge was willing to elope with him and do these things with him, then... did she also like him?

In fact, Mo Yan was still confused at the beginning, and he is still a little confused until now, but on the one hand, he felt that she liked her brother, and on the other hand, he felt that he was willing to elope with her, so he must also like him.

He was very conflicted, but he didn't know how to explain it.

Wan Ge did not let the man around her continue to struggle, and her voice was extremely firm: "I also like Brother A Yan, so I am willing to be with Brother A Yan."

Mo Yan rubbed his nose on the tip of her hair, his heartbeat was very, very fast, and his nervous tone was extremely firm: "Wan Ge, you can bear it for a while. After avoiding the search of the father, I will take you away from here and give you a good life, which will definitely not be worse than your life in the palace."

Mo Yan knew that they were in this mountain hut now, and no matter what they were in, they could not compare to the palace, but as long as they avoided their search, he would never let Wan Ge live a hard life.

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