After drinking the wedding wine, Yuan Bao glanced at Wei Wushang with slightly flickering eyes.
Wei Wushang, on the other hand, looked intensely, with a hint of warmth.
At this moment, Wei Wushang felt something amiss; he actually wanted to hold Yuan Bao tightly in his arms.
"Little Uncle, aren't you tired?"
Being stared at with Wei Wushang's burning gaze, Yuan Bao also felt a bit flustered.
Her mental age was there, but her physical age was not.
In the end, she could only ask the question in a very small voice.
When Wei Wushang heard Yuan Bao call him "Little Uncle," the fervor in his heart gradually subsided. He then remembered Yuan Bao's young age.
"Uh, not tired yet!"
Wei Wushang smiled awkwardly.
"I'm a bit tired!"
At this time, with only Yuan Bao and Wei Wushang left in the room, Yuan Bao felt really uncomfortable facing Wei Wushang alone.
Back then, she was quite the master at this.
