Chapter 1037: Chapter 1037: Every Day Feels Like Falling in Love!

Fans saw her looking utterly disenchanted, and the comments were coming in even faster.

"Yan Bao, you still think this isn’t romantic? You’re dreaming a bit."

"Yan Bao, can you get your boyfriend to show his face? I really want to see what he looks like."

"Am I not the best Christmas Eve gift? Wow, so charming!"

"I feel like Yan Bao wants to cry now, she’s being silly, hahaha..."

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At this moment, a deep male voice emerged, "That’s it for today’s livestream. She needs rest."

With that, the screen suddenly went black.

Fans were caught off guard by this sudden move — why did it shut off out of nowhere? But that deep, magnetic voice was so good it made everyone swoon.

Mu Yan glared at the person beside her, on the verge of tears, "It’s all because of you. I’m definitely going to hit the trending news tomorrow."

"Then let it trend, what’s there to fear." Jiang Jingheng replied calmly.

Mu Yan couldn’t be bothered to argue with him, pondering if she’d said anything wrong just now. It seemed she hadn’t.

She suddenly let out a sigh of relief, "Luckily, your face wasn’t seen."

Jiang Jingheng frowned slightly upon hearing this, "Am I really that unpresentable?"

Mu Yan watched his handsome face wrinkle up and said bossily, "Yes, only I get to see it, otherwise you’ll attract more admirers."

Jiang Jingheng knew that wasn’t the real reason, but he was still delighted by her words.

He pulled her close and said softly, "Alright, only for you to see."

Mu Yan looked at him, her eyes sparkling, and as he lowered his head, she slowly closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his.

The kiss was brief, and Jiang Jingheng soon released her, saying, "Want to celebrate outside?"

"Mm." Mu Yan nodded eagerly.

Growing up, she had never spent a Christmas Eve with someone of the opposite sex.

Jiang Jingheng turned to the wardrobe to grab a down jacket, and after looking at her clothes, he fetched a sweater for her to wear, followed by the down jacket.

But he still wasn’t satisfied, wrapping her up with scarves, hats—leaving nothing out, covering her snugly.

Mu Yan glared at him, "Wearing so much, I can’t move, my eyes are almost covered."

Jiang Jingheng reached out to pinch her cheek, "It’s okay if you can’t move; I’ll carry you. If you can’t see, it’s alright too; I’m your eyes, I’ll describe it for you."

"But I don’t want to wear so much."

"If you don’t wear enough and catch a cold, what then? If you’re uncomfortable, I’ll feel heartache too."

Mu Yan couldn’t help but ask, "Honestly, did you read some kind of strange book? You’re way too good with words."

"No need to read books; everything I say to you is from my heart." Jiang Jingheng wrapped his arms around her waist.

Mu Yan pursed her lips, whispering, "It feels like we haven’t actually gotten married."

Inside, Jiang Jingheng’s heart skipped a beat, a trace of unease flickering in his light brown eyes. He reined in his surprise and anger, asking as calmly as he could, "Why is that?"

"Well, because it always feels like we’re still dating every day." Mu Yan looked at him, her almond-shaped eyes blinking adorably and playfully.

Jiang Jingheng’s heart calmed down—not what he had thought.

He looked at her in surprise, "Is there a difference between marriage and dating?"

Mu Yan pouted, "Isn’t it said that after marriage, a couple’s feelings shift from romantic partners to family, then gradually dull?"

"Why should it inevitably become dull?" Jiang Jingheng found it amusing, "To me, they’re all the same."

As long as she’s beside him and loves him, whether they have that marriage certificate doesn’t matter.

Of course, the prerequisite is that she must be by his side.

Mu Yan looked at him and suddenly understood why, after all this time, he hadn’t given her a ring.