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Yan Wujing hugged An Xiaojing's waist, put his rosy lips close to his ears, and his magnetic voice seemed to pass through An Xiaojing's eardrums.

"Smelly treasure, you promised to wear the clothes I designed, now you won't go back on your word, will you?"

An Xiaojing looked at the "cheongsam" in Yan Wujing's hand, and he swallowed, as if a little frightened.

"Are you playing me for a fool? You really designed this? What dreams are you talking about, you just said you want to play Play."

Yan Wujing let go of his hand, and when he looked at An Xiaojing, his eyes were full of grievances, as if he was about to cry in the next second, his eyes were full of tears.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you. I didn't design this, but I bought it."

Yan Wujing sighed heavily, and turned his back to An Xiaojing, leaving An Xiaojing with a dazed back.

He said weakly: "Smelly treasure, do you know? I saw a joke on a short video today, saying that a boyfriend really loves himself if he puts on such clothes for himself, otherwise..."

An Xiaojing pretended to be angry, and asked: "Otherwise what? Does it mean that I don't love you if I don't wear it? Are you using this to measure our relationship?"

Yan Wujing could hear that An Xiaojing was pretending to be angry, so he continued: "I don't want you to wear this to prove that you love me, but I'm so jealous of those people, their boyfriends will wear all kinds of clothes for each other to admire , to satisfy the other party’s little wish.”

"Hey, I know, my request is too much, you are such a conservative person, how could you wear such clothes with me...with me..."

An Xiaojing stood behind Yan Wujing, and he suddenly got what Yan Wujing meant, so various unseen images suddenly flashed in his mind.

An Xiaojing touched his people, but fortunately there was no nosebleed.

"Wujing, I..."

Yan Wujing turned around with a tear on his face, which really scared An Xiaojing.

"Wujing, don't cry, I..."

Yan Wujing hugged An Xiaojing into his arms, and with a slight cry, he said: "I'm sorry, I will never have such thoughts in the future, I shouldn't have thought of letting you wear such clothes, and I... …by me……"

"What about you?"

"I want to see you in a dress like this and cry in my arms saying you love me."

"Yan Wujing, you..."

In the next second, Yan Wujing blocked An Xiaojing's thin lips, but he didn't kiss for too long, and soon he let go of An Xiaojing.

This time, An Xiaojing saw the tear stains on Yan Wujing's face at close range, and when he saw Yan Wujing shed tears, he couldn't help feeling distressed.

"Okay, okay, I promise you, I'll wear it, don't cry, you are so big, why are you still crying?"

"Then you forgive me? Are you angry that I lied to you just now?"

An Xiaojing shook his head, "What do I care about with a child like you, you just want to..."

An Xiaojing suddenly blushed, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Ahem, as long as you understand, I won't say it directly."

"I don't understand. I just see people look good in clothes. I think you look better in them. I also want others to envy me for having a boyfriend who is as good-looking as you."

"Okay, let's talk."

"After that, will you still wear it? Wear what I bought for you or what I designed?"

An Xiaojing glanced at the "cheongsam" and made a final struggle. He said, "Can you stop being so explicit in the future?"

"Smelly treasure, you are still angry, aren't you? You are still angry that I shouldn't let you wear such clothes."

"I……"

"I'm sorry, but I'll throw this dress away right away."

As he said that, Yan Wujing was about to cry again. An Xiaojing was worried that he would be in a childish mood, so he quickly grabbed his hand and promised: "Okay, okay, I will wear it from now on, as long as it is what you like to see, you want to see it." Yes, I'll show you all the clothes, I won't let you envy others, and I won't let you have the opportunity to envy others, you have me."

"Really?"

"Well, what I promised you, when can't I do it?"

"Smelly treasure, you are so kind."

Yan Wujing hugged An Xiaojing into his arms, and glanced at the ceiling above his head, his eyes were full of triumphant smiles.

Then, he stretched out his head and tasted the tears that fell into the corner of his mouth, the tears had a faint salty taste.

Immediately, he smiled from the bottom of his heart: Baby, you are so cute and silly, I really love you more and more.