The man took the opportunity to suggest, "Then you untie me."
Tong Ran thought for a moment, then withdrew her hand, "Then I'll still do the cutting; I'm your wife, representing you to cut."
"Oh?" Mo Nanjue snorted coldly, "You're my wife?"
Look at that, typical signs of anger.
"Am I not?" Tong Ran lowered her head and leaned closer to him, "Mo Nanjue, I love you."
"Get away!" Mo Nanjue turned his face away coldly, "I'm not your relative, why love me?"
Look how angry he's become.
Tong Ran reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck. She straddled him, her legs entwined around his waist, very close to him. She could smell the fresh scent of the shower gel on him, "You've always been my family, my closest person."
Mo Nanjue's face remained cold, "Cut that out."
