The One Before Me Is the One in My Heart

Qianqian: Yuan'er, I heard Zheyan say that you didn't used to have a beard. You only started growing one ten thousand years ago, when you began taking disciples, so you'd look more dignified.

Mo Yuan: Mostly, I don't understand why someone with my looks attracts so many admirers. I can't be bothered to shave every day, so I grew it out. To avoid unnecessary trouble, Kunlun Mountain doesn't accept female disciples either.

Qianqian, grinning: But Yuan'er, are you sure this really works? You're such a pretty boy, and your skin is even fairer than mine. You think growing a little beard will make you look older? Pfft.

Mo Yuan: I'm not sure either. But, Qianqian, could you please stop calling your husband Yuan'er?

Qianqian: If I can't call you Yuan'er, what should I call you? Your skin is fairer than mine, and you look more rakish than Zheyan. I call Zheyan Old Phoenix. How about Old Husband, Old Mo, or maybe Old Man, like my mother calls my father?

Mo Yuan, looking helpless: Then just call me Yuan'er.