How often does this word appear?

Beibei immediately covered her mouth and shook her head like chaff, "No, you just heard wrong."

"Yan Beibei, my ears are very good and I haven't had any auditory hallucinations for the time being."

Beibei looked starry again, "I just... said it a few times... the frequency is really not high at all, you have to believe me."

As he spoke, he blinked with his big watery eyes to show him that this thing was really true.

It’s crazy that Di Qianmo would believe her words.

He thought about it for a long time and said calmly, "I won't care about you in the past. It's up to me to decide your title in the future."

"Oh!", Beibei was curious, "I will listen to you whether you call me Di Qianmo or Momo."

Di Qianmo pinched her face, raised his eyebrows and sneered, "I think you should change your name to husband."

When Beibei heard this, he immediately felt ashamed. Calling him "Mr. Jun" is a natural thing, but he always talks about "Mr. Jun". Isn't it too insensitive?

"Can...can I change it to another one? I think the title of Lord Emperor sounds nice." Beibei tried to resist.

Di Qianmo gave her a cold look and said, "Try it."

Beibei: "!!!".

It was this threatening look in his eyes that made Beibei grind his teeth, and then grind his teeth again.

With his chin raised, Di Qianmo's eyes were clear and compelling, and his voice was as clear as the tinkling of spring water, "Ali, call me husband and let me hear you."

Beibei smiled awkwardly. She couldn't help but scream when he looked at her with such affection.

Generally speaking, when it comes to calling you husband, she is more suitable for a surprise attack.

She licked her dry lips, but she couldn't get those two words out of her throat despite trying several times, so she had no choice but to smile dryly at Di Qianmo.

Di Qianmo held her chin, lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips, his voice became more pleasant, "Ah Li, good boy, call me husband."

Beibei twisted, "Lang...Lang...".

Di Qianmo looked at her tenderly, his eyes full of expectation.

Beibei closed her eyes and said, "Mr."

The hand holding her chin trembled, and then Beibei was pulled into his warm embrace. Their lips and teeth were touching, and Di Qianmo's tongue was as hot as fire. Beibei was almost unbearable by his entanglement.

It's hard to imagine that Di Qianmo, who blushed when she kissed him, would one day behave in such a violent way.

After the kiss, Di Qianmo hugged Beibei and sat on a chair to calm down. The woman in his arms had blurred eyes, obviously not satisfied.

But what to do, the curse on Ah Li has not been lifted, and kissing is the limit, which will inevitably bring disaster to her, and Diqianmo Wenxiang Nephrite can only stop here.

"Di Qianmo, from now on we can only hold hands." Beibei said with a very resentful look.

"Why?".

Beibei went crazy, "It's too torturous!".

Di Qianmo: "...".

But if you can't even kiss, wouldn't it be even more torture?

For more than a hundred thousand years in the past, Di Qianmo had a pure heart and few desires. He never knew the beauty of the relationship between men and women, and he did not need to know. To him, such things were just a dirty and dirty desire.

Until I met Yan Beibei.

It has to be said that this little woman is very capable. She can involve him in this romantic affair that he originally dismissed, gradually sinking into it, and then unable to extricate himself.
Chapter completed!