Mu Jiulu wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him forward, all the laughter in her eyes falling into the youth’s angry eyes.

“Sui Sui, why are you so fickle.”

“I want to be!”

“I don’t want you to read anymore, I’ll look at it myself!”

Mu Jiulu’s lips curled slightly: “My son is not being good.”

The youth completely bristled at this: “Mu Jiulu! Your son, my foot!”

Mu Jiulu burst out laughing, letting him snatch the letter away, and smoothed his hair.

“Sui Sui is so cute.”

Gu Sui, looking at the letter, snorted: “Cute my ass! You just know how to take advantage of me!”

“What’s mine is Sui Sui’s, so naturally, the advantage taken is also Sui Sui’s. Sui Sui doesn’t lose out.”

Gu Sui spared a glance at her: “You’re twisting words.”

Mu Jiulu was very righteous: “So Sui Sui means, what’s mine isn’t Sui Sui’s?”

Gu Sui became displeased: “If it’s not mine, whose do you want it to be?”

Men are indeed good at being unreasonable, but Mu Jiulu was also quite skilled at coaxing.

A gentle kiss fell on his soft lips, her voice indulgent and doting.

“It’s all Sui Sui’s.”

“Hmph, that’s more like it.”

Gu Sui quickly finished reading the letter, knowing that Gu Tingsong wasn’t angry with him, but was concerned about him in every way, with love for him permeating between the lines.

Even including the pages scolding Mu Jiulu.

Gu Sui, who had been on tenterhooks all afternoon, suddenly felt a bit melancholy.

“Mother is also so good to me, baby, I really like my life now.”

Mu Jiulu raised her hand to brush away the stray hair on his forehead, her warm fingertips gently rubbing his brow bone, easily detecting his insecurity.

“Sui Sui’s life will be even better in the future.”

The corners of Gu Sui’s lips curved slightly, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

She was always the person who understood him best.

At this moment, he suddenly had the desire to speak out.

“Baby, I thought of Gu Shi.”

He would speak, and Mu Jiulu was naturally willing to listen. Hearing this, her thoughts sharpened, and she asked softly.

“Why did you suddenly think of her?”

The youth leaned on her shoulder, his gaze somewhat distant, gradually losing focus.

“Is it because I was born despised, carrying bad luck, or do you think it was her absurdity that caused my later suffering, or was it because of me that she was abandoned by people, cheated out of money, and ended up in her current state?”

“No, Sui Sui, don’t think like that. It’s not your fault.”

Mu Jiulu felt a twinge of pain in her heart and raised her voice slightly.

“You have more than one mother. How come Gu Tingsong wasn’t affected by bad luck? It’s not because of you, Sui Sui.”

Gu Sui fell silent, his cool hand held by hers, gradually warming up.

The little demon lord was originally divided into two parts, both despised by the heavenly way. One part cut off emotions and desires, the other had everything go wrong. But some causes and effects are simply inexplicable.

Just like him and Gu Shi.

He hated her, but now whenever he thought about how he himself was actually the origin of everything, he could no longer hate this mother.

“Baby, I want to drink radish soup.”

He suddenly spoke, his voice soft and fragile. Mu Jiulu held him tighter.

“Okay, I’ll make it for you.”

Gu Sui’s eyes, filled with a hint of melancholy, curved slightly. He turned his head and kissed her cheek.

“Baby is so good.”

“Since you know I’m good, does Sui Sui want to show some appreciation?”

Mu Jiulu played with his slender fingers, a faint light rippling in her eyes.

“How should I show it?”

“Hmm… I won’t make it difficult for Sui Sui. Just call me ‘wife-master’ and let me hear it.”

Gu Sui sat up straight in a flash, put his hands on his hips and looked at her. Recalling something, his eyes were now full of resentment, with no trace of the melancholy and sadness from just now.

“Your request is too much.”

Mu Jiulu raised her eyebrows: “This is too much?”

“I shouted until my voice was hoarse last night, and you still haven’t heard enough. That’s too much!”

This Sui Sui is even more adorable. Mu Jiulu felt an itch in her heart, one hand exploring his waist, lightly brushing past.

“The way Sui Sui says it, even if I listen for a lifetime, I feel it’s not enough.”

Gu Sui: “!!!”

“Mu Jiulu! I haven’t settled the score with you for making me late this morning. You need to restrain yourself!”

The youth, his attention completely diverted, raised his chin and shouted, wanting to push away her hand, but failed several times, allowing her to take advantage.

“This can’t be blamed on me. Sui Sui’s waist is so thin and soft, who could resist looking at it, right, Sui Sui?”

Mu Jiulu’s voice was playful, her breath getting closer. Gu Sui’s body was in a mess from her teasing with just one hand. He shook his head to stay clear, feeling this wasn’t right.

He couldn’t let himself be manipulated!

Gu Sui looked at the person in front of him who was still acting coy after taking advantage, couldn’t help but grind his teeth, then cupped her face and gave her a barrage of kisses.

If it’s about taking advantage, who can’t do that!

“I’ll kiss you to death, kiss you to death, kiss you to death!”

Mu Jiulu: “……”

Did he grow up eating cuteness?

“Sui Sui!”

“Kiss you to death–”

“I’m your wife-master, if you kiss me to death, you’ll be a widow.”

Mu Jiulu said helplessly but amused. Hearing this, Gu Sui snorted.

“Who wants to be a widow.”

“Of course, it’s this king’s husband.”

Gu Sui sat on her lap, his right hand sliding down, pinching the bit of cinnabar on her left earlobe, his voice awkward.

“Then what if I die? What will you do, Regent?”

Mu Jiulu’s eyes curved slightly, holding his fair fingers, her voice clear and solemn.

“I won’t let you die.”

The moment those words fell, it was as if a drop of dew had fallen into the clear lake of the heart, stirring ripples. Her serious brow and eyes filled his peach blossom eyes.

“Sui Sui, if heaven doesn’t pity you, I pity you.”

“Aiya, you’re so mushy!”

As if electricity had passed through his heart, Gu Sui, feeling weak all over, suddenly got up from her, ran a few steps away and turned his back, his flustered figure looking tsundere and cute.

Mu Jiulu chuckled, calling him.

“Sui Sui, come here.”

“I won’t!”

Why suddenly say these things, his little heart can’t take it!

“Sui Sui.”

Her voice softened a bit. Gu Sui couldn’t stand it and decided to go all in.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Gu Sui inched towards her step by step, saying seriously.

“You’re not allowed to say those words from just now anymore.”

“Okay.”

Only then did Gu Sui hug her again, his chin resting in the crook of her neck, comfortably rubbing slowly, like a large feline.

This time Mu Jiulu didn’t speak again, her right hand threading through the youth’s hair at the back, the scene warm and peaceful.

“Baby.”

Gu Sui suddenly spoke, breaking the silence. The clear young voice easily stirred her heartstrings.

“What is it?”

“We need to be good.”

A soft laugh came out, and from between the slightly curved vermilion lips, poured out the world’s most moving response.

“Mm, we’ll always be good.”

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