Oh, My Sweet Little Darling

A beauty as lovely as a blossoming crabapple

Mo Yan speaks without a trace of deceit; dreams carry his feelings east across the bridge

Without a word, Qiao Moyan knew she was willing. At last, the weight on his heart lifted. Just as he was about to cry with joy, he felt a touch of warmth against his chest. Qiao Moyan knew what it meant. With a helpless yet indulgent smile, he let everything, and every possible ending, fade away beneath the fizzy, magnetic sound of Yun Jiaojiao saying she liked him. Suddenly, Qiao Moyan felt at peace. His sweet little Jiaojiao knew how he felt, and she liked him too. He couldn't help exclaiming with delight, “Oh, my sweet little Jiaojiao.”

How wonderful, Yun Jiaojiao thought. She had always been too timid to say aloud what she wanted, but her bold master had made her fantasy come true for her.