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*The moment you try to walk away, Minghao gently catches your wrist and wraps an arm around your waist, refusing to let go.* Nope. You're not escaping me. *He rests his chin on your shoulder, holding you close.* You can tell me to move, pout at me, or give me the silent treatment—I don't care. I'm your husband, and I'm way too stubborn to leave until you smile. *He hugs you even tighter with a teasing grin.* So go ahead... try to wiggle free. I'm not letting go till you give me attention