On the grassland, countless fireflies twinkled and sparkled.

Even compared to the stars in the sky, they lost nothing in beauty.

Qiao Mu covered her lips, and after a good while, sighed in admiration: “So beautiful! Truly beautiful!”

She turned her head to look at Feng Jiang, her eyes shining with anticipation.

Feng Jiang looked at the woman whose eyes were glowing, and with a long reach of his arm, pulled her into his embrace.

She was so wonderful, so lovely — nothing in this world could compare to even a fraction of her worth.

Feng Jiang even felt that, holding Qiao Mu, it was as if he possessed the entire world.

Unfortunately, Feng Jiang did not speak these tender words aloud — otherwise Qiao Mu might have married herself off to him on the spot.

Feng Jiang lowered his head and kissed Qiao Mu’s forehead.

Qiao Mu raised her eyes to meet the man’s gaze, her large eyes blinking.

Just as Feng Jiang was bracing himself to be pushed away, Qiao Mu suddenly threw her arms around him, raised her head, and pressed her lips against his.

“Feng Jiang, I like you.”

Qiao Mu deliberately kept her voice low when she said this.

It wasn’t out of shyness that she didn’t dare say it loudly.

Even though everyone below them were her own brothers, Qiao Mu didn’t dare take the risk.

Once his identity was exposed, unless Lei Shenbao was killed, he wouldn’t be safe either.

Feng Jiang embraced Qiao Mu in return, pulling her forcefully into his arms.

He gazed at her without blinking, her image reflected in his eyes.

“I like you too, Qiao Mu — marry me!” Without waiting for her response, Feng Jiang lowered his head and kissed her.

Amid the scattered points of fireflies, the two held each other tightly, as if trying to draw the other into their very bloodline.

No one knew how long that sweet kiss lasted before Feng Jiang relaxed the strength with which he held the girl.

Qiao Mu lowered her head, burying her face in the man’s chest, breathing unsteadily.

“Feng Jiang.” After a good while, Qiao Mu called out softly.

Feng Jiang lowered his head, kissing the top of her head, his voice hoarse as he answered: “Here.”

“If…” Qiao Mu’s breathing was still heavy. “If they really do end up fighting, what will you do?”

Feng Jiang understood very well who Qiao Mu meant by “they.”

“I told you — from now on, I live for you. Have you forgotten?” Feng Jiang pressed another deep, loving kiss to the top of Qiao Mu’s head.

“No!” Qiao Mu raised her eyes to meet the man’s gaze. “I want to hear you say it yourself.”

Feng Jiang held her head, kissed her once more, then gently let her go.

He looked into her eyes and answered earnestly: “Whoever my wife wants me to help, I’ll help.”

“In this life, I have only one wife, and her name is Qiao Mu.”

Feng Jiang released Qiao Mu, faced the moonlight, knelt down, and raised three fingers.

“In this life, I will love only Qiao Mu, marry only Qiao Mu, dote only on Qiao Mu — if I break this vow, may I die a terrible death!”

After finishing his vow, Feng Jiang turned to look at the woman beside him.

Qiao Mu looked at him, lips pressed tightly together.

The corners of her mouth carried a smile, yet tears hid beneath her eyes.

“Mm.” Qiao Mu nodded. “I believe you.”

The corners of Feng Jiang’s mouth lifted into a smile brighter than the countless fireflies.

He had only just sat down when Qiao Mu pushed him down onto the blanket.

Feng Jiang went with the motion, pulling Qiao Mu into his embrace.

Qiao Mu extended a slender finger and drew two circles on his chin.

Suddenly, she blurted out a question that left Feng Jiang unable to control himself.

Qiao Mu tilted Feng Jiang’s chin up and asked huskily: “When can I give you a child?”

Feng Jiang’s already-large eyes went wide, impossibly wide.

He said nothing more, simply held Qiao Mu, rolled them over, and pressed her beneath him.

“I…” Feng Jiang’s burning breath fell across Qiao Mu’s face. “I’m ready anytime.”

Qiao Mu blinked at the feeling of Feng Jiang’s breath against her, and before she could say anything more, her lips were sealed shut.

Beneath the moonlight, countless points of light flew about joyfully, as though celebrating something…

The next morning, in front of a tent on the grassland, a handsome man and a beautiful woman sat together, utterly absorbed in each other.

Across from them, eating breakfast, Feng Jiu’er hadn’t even managed to fill herself with food, but had certainly filled up on secondhand romance.

“When are you two getting married?” Feng Jiu’er tore off a piece of steamed bun and put it in her mouth.

“We’ll talk about it when there’s time.” Qiao Mu picked up a piece of beef with her chopsticks and placed it in front of Feng Jiang.

Feng Jiang opened his mouth and took it in, then picked up a piece of meat for Qiao Mu in return.

Throughout the entire meal, he gazed at the woman beside him with eyes full of affection, the smile never leaving the corner of his mouth.

“Little Bao, here, have another bite.” Qiao Mu picked up another, bigger piece of beef for Feng Jiang. “Eat more meat, it’s good for your health.”

“You eat more too.” Feng Jiang wished he could give every delicacy in the world to the woman beside him.

“Little Bao, eat more, so you can give me a son.” Feng Jiu’er couldn’t help but tease.

These two — just yesterday they’d been like fire and water, and today they’d already become inseparable.

Wasn’t this all happening a bit too fast?

“Eating more meat helps you have a son?” Qiao Mu raised her eyes to look at Feng Jiu’er, her eyes opened wide.

Feng Jiu’er, looking at how seriously Qiao Mu had taken the comment, couldn’t help but laugh.

Shouldn’t most girls blush when teased like that?

Just like the man beside her, who had lowered his head, his face flushing red beyond recognition.

But Qiao Mu was different — not the least bit shy.

“Right, eating more meat helps you have a son.” Feng Jiu’er could only nod seriously in response.

“Miss Qiao, are you planning to give Little Bao a little bun, then?”

“That’s right.” Qiao Mu lowered her head, picked up Feng Jiang’s bowl, and heaped an entire bowl of beef into it.

“Listen to Jiu’er, eat more.”

Feng Jiang looked at the meat in the bowl, took it from her, glanced at Qiao Mu, then turned his gaze to Feng Jiu’er.

Feng Jiu’er, looking at her Third Imperial Brother’s somewhat baffling expression, gave a light cough.

“His little bun — aren’t you two…” She glanced between Qiao Mu and Feng Jiang. “Is there something you need my help with?”

What exactly had happened last night?

Her Third Imperial Brother looked pleased, yet also seemed to be carrying some small grievance — what was going on?

Feng Jiu’er’s words made Feng Jiang’s face turn even redder.

“No.” He shook his head and withdrew his gaze.

“Jiu’er, what are you talking about? What would we need your help with?” Qiao Mu grabbed a meat bun.

She tore the bun in her hand in half and stuffed half of it into Feng Jiang’s mouth.

“What’s wrong?” Qiao Mu looked at Feng Jiang, frowning slightly. “Don’t you like this meat?”

“It’s not that.” Feng Jiang shook his head with half a bun stuffed in his mouth.

He freed one hand to ruffle Qiao Mu’s hair, then lowered his head, picked up a piece of beef, and held it out to her.

“Little Qiao, when it comes to having a son, I’m ready anytime — no need to consult Jiu’er.”

“You said the same thing last night.” Qiao Mu chewed the beef in her mouth and withdrew her gaze.

“So why did you say afterward that we should wait a little longer?”

“Cough…”

“Cough…”

Qiao Mu’s words made both Feng Jiang and Jian Yi cough heavily without meaning to, and even Feng Jiu’er looked at Feng Jiang with a different sort of expression.

Feng Jiang covered his mouth, raising his eyes to look at the two across from him.

“Don’t misunderstand! You’ve really misunderstood!”