Whispers to the Soul: Surrendering to Love Snare

Chapter 1165 - 1184: Returning to B City Together (Part 2)

"Wife, isn’t it a bit odd for such a big man like me to be called cute?"

In just three months, his precious daughter would be born. When that time comes, being praised as cute alongside his darling would be too much to bear.

Just thinking about that scene made Lin Mubai want to shake his head vigorously. No, no, no, he’s not cute at all.

An Nan saw the resistance in his eyes, and an urge to play a little prank welled up inside her. She feigned disappointment: "I like cuteness, isn’t that okay?"

Lin Mubai was taken aback by his wife’s comment, unsure whether he should simply admit it or refute her. In the end, he opted for silent speechlessness.

An Nan found the situation amusing and didn’t want to let him off that easily. She continued to ruffle his hair playfully, getting more and more into it, until she made a surprising discovery: "Lin Mubai, your hair is a bit naturally curly."

The man, a bit bewildered by her random topic, looked at her with a blank, curious gaze. What did his slightly curly hair have to do with being cute? These were two completely unrelated topics.

"Wife, you don’t seem to care much about me. It took you this long to notice that my hair is a bit curly."

With his words, a quick flash of guilt crossed An Nan’s face: "Well, I noticed before, but I thought it was a hairstyle you intentionally did until I just realized from playing with your hair that your strands are naturally a bit curly."

It seemed like she was addicted to the game, continuously playing with his hair. Normally, Lin Mubai cared a lot about his hair and hated others touching it. But now, it was his beloved wife, and he just couldn’t resist.

He obediently lowered his head to make it easier for her to play.

He even found some topics to chat about with her: "Wife, if our daughter is born with the same natural curls as me, she’ll definitely be an adorable little lion."

An Nan followed his words, and an image gradually formed in her mind: a cute little one wearing a pretty dress, with curls like her dad’s. It did seem quite adorable.

However, a second thought brought a worry to her heart: "She might be very cute when she’s little, but when she grows up, she might hate her curly hair."

"Why?" It’s so cute! Why hate it? Like his hair, it hardly needed styling—just a quick blow-dry and a few strokes were enough.

Seeing her husband’s bewildered expression, An Nan patiently continued to explain: "Imagine! A pretty lady with a wild lion’s mane—what a picture that would be."

Following his wife’s words, an image gradually formed in Young Master Lin’s mind, and he couldn’t help but laugh: "Wife, it does seem a bit out of place, but what can we do? Her dad has slightly curly hair. Hopefully, she can choose the better genes and have long, sleek black hair like her mom."

Speaking gently, Lin Mubai’s gaze fell on her hair, and he softly continued: "Wife, let your hair grow out. I’d really love to see you with long hair."