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You Were Born a Nobleman, Chapter Fifty-Six: Sour Boy, Spicy Girl
Kong Xuan asked softly, "What do you have in your hand?"
Tang Zisu then remembered the purpose of finding Kong Xuan. She carefully pulled out one arm and, as if presenting a treasure, placed a bright red, glistening wild fruit into Kong Xuan's hand. "Jumping gave this to me, try it. Shu Que Wu Pan."
Kong Xuan remained still, his dark brows furrowing into a small mountain.
Tang Zisu picked up a large, red fruit and said, "Open your mouth."
Kong Xuan moved his mouth but ultimately did not refuse Tang Zisu's kindness and opened his mouth to hold the wild fruit.
"How is it? Does it taste good? It's sweet and sour, quite enjoyable, right?"
The white teeth bit through the fruit's skin, and the red juice splattered in his mouth, almost immediately making his teeth ache. Although Kong Xuan did not spit out the wild fruit, his brows furrowed even tighter, and even his handsome face showed signs of distortion.
Tang Zisu laughed heartily, "Sour boy, spicy girl! It seems you can't handle sour things; looks like you're going to have a daughter."
Kong Xuan gave Tang Zisu a meaningful glance. "My daughter is already this big; she's quite mischievous."
Tang Zisu thought for a moment before realizing, "Alright then, since you dare to take advantage of me, come on, eat all the wild fruits. Sour enough to give you a whole tree full of daughters."
"Clearly, you're as dumb as a rock, yet your mouth is so sharp. Do you believe I will throw you down?" Kong Xuan held Tang Zisu's slim waist with one hand, pretending to toss her off.
Tang Zisu screamed in fright, scattering the wild fruits she was holding all over the ground. She clung tightly to Kong Xuan's neck and shouted, "Goddess, please don't!"
"What did you call me?" Kong Xuan pressed Tang Zisu's waist down even lower.
Tang Zisu turned pale with fear; falling from this tree at least ten meters high would turn her into a pancake. She wrapped her legs even tighter around Kong Xuan. "Xuan Xuan, beautiful lady, big sister." Tang Zisu called out everything she could think of.
"Not good enough. If you don't satisfy me with what you call me, I won't let you go," Kong Xuan said, narrowing her eyes slightly and curling one corner of her mouth into a charming arc, looking like a bad man from a respectable family.
However, Tang Zisu had no mood to admire Kong Xuan's demeanor at that moment. Her mind was racing like a roller coaster; she thought of all sorts of relatives but Kong Xuan still wouldn't let go.
"What do you want me to call you? At least give me a hint."
"Figure it out yourself." Kong Xuan seemed determined to force Tang Zisu to say the name she most wanted to hear.
"You can't possibly want me to call you 'mother,' right? Do you think that's appropriate?"
Kong Xuan's expression turned cold; despite still smiling, there was a hint of thinly veiled sarcasm. She lightly tapped Tang Zisu's forehead with her finger and said, "I really want to crack open that head of yours and see what's inside. Think harder; if you can't come up with something, then never think about it again."
Tang Zisu was at her wit's end. "Are you sick? If you're sick, you need to see a doctor; don't ever give up on treatment!"
Just when Tang Zisu was pushed to the brink, an idea suddenly struck her, and she opened her mouth to call out affectionately, "Dear Xuan."
Kong Xuan's brow relaxed. Although the title was somewhat lacking, it still made his heart tremble, and a surge of passion rushed to his head. He wrapped one arm around Tang Zisu's waist and cradled the back of her head with the other, slowly lowering his own head.
Heaven and Earth, Yellow and Mysterious, Universe and Primal Chaos—everything seemed to fade away, leaving only the face beneath his eyelids that haunted his dreams.
Two figures, one in blue and one in white, intertwined, almost pressing into each other's hearts.
"Yoh, ah..." A piercing scream shot up into the sky, startling a tree full of Sparrows that were engrossed in watching. Only a single crow remained perched on a high branch, observing coldly.
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