I felt anger rise within me. How dare she look down on my hair? ‘I want one made by your own hands.’
Suddenly, Heng Butler came out looking very angry. I was so scared that I ran away, shouting, ‘If you don’t give me a hairpin by hand, I won’t be your Yu’er beauty. I’ll be someone else’s Yu’er beauty…’
That year, I was Qin Yu, six years old, and Heng Zi Mo was five and a half.
Later, I never mentioned the hairpin again, but Xiao Mo would find the best blue stone every year to carve a hairpin for me, much better than those in the market.
I joked, ‘In the future, we’ll open a big shop filled with hairpins you made.’
Xiao Mo hugged me and said, ‘I’ll only give my hairpins to you. When I give you the tenth hairpin, you’ll marry me.’
I blushed and pushed her away, running back to my room.
Xiao Mo grew up and became strong, but she remained my Xiao Mo.
On our wedding night, I held her hand, my eyes wet and hot, leaning forward to kiss her lips.”
Silly Xiao Mo.
I will be her Yu’er beauty forever!
As for our wedding night, it’s not something to be told to friends who like meat.
Xiao Mo is very strong, the wedding was beautiful, and life is wonderful!
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