Nina thought for a moment and then went on, "If Bailey has had four fiances, it means that with my Henry, he's the fifth."

The number five is very auspicious. Five is equivalent to good fortune. Words like "the supreme of the Nine and five" and "a bountiful harvest of five grains" are all good words. It seems that my grandson has reached the fifth place and drawn an excellent fortune. This indicates that he and Bailey will surely have a good outcome. Nina said this and suddenly became very happy.

"Mom, you make sense." Harold was still going along with his mother's words.

Paula was so furious that she said Bailey was stubborn and that was feudal superstition. Grandma herself said that the number five was auspicious, and that wasn't feudal superstition? Grandma really has gone back from a trip abroad, her heart has turned to the Atlantic.

She gave Lynn a pitiful look, but saw her mother shake her head slightly, indicating that she should not complain there.

Paula pursed her lips and had no choice but to secretly pin Keith under the table with her feet to vent her anger.

"Henry, there's another thing I have to tell you." Nina settled Paula's side and then turned to Henry's side.

"If Bailey goes to join the army, in order to train her, you can't tell anyone that she's your wife in the military camp, and you don't rely on anyone. Just let her go through it on her own." Since Nina has agreed to Bailey's request, of course she will do her best to complete the task.

Henry was a little confused. How could grandma suddenly shift the topic from Paula to herself?

He glanced sideways, looking at Bailey with suspicion. Bailey immediately put on an air of a spectator, as if there were five big words written on his face, "I'm here to make a cameo appearance."

"Grandma, I understand what you're saying. But Bailey and I are legally married, yet I have to pretend to be a single man and woman in the barracks. Is that appropriate?" Henry would love to have a global live broadcast of the news that they had registered their marriage, which would be like putting up a sign for Bailey that says "This flower has an owner, outsiders are digging," so that he would feel at ease.

"If you don't agree to the secret marriage, that's fine too, and Bailey won't have to go to the barracks and won't enter our House of Morris." Nina lowered her face, looking very solemn.

"How dare you talk back to your grandma and want to make a big fuss?" Harold quickly helped his mother speak and taught his son a lesson.

Henry had no other choice at the moment. Harold could sometimes retort a few words, but he had to obey his grandmother unconditionally. Henry heaved a long sigh and nodded listlessly, "Well, let's do as grandma says."

Bailey really wanted to laugh three times on his back. It turned out that Nina was so powerful that she could handle Henry with just a few words. After seeing her, she would cling to her leg and not let go, flattering Nina without any principle, so that Henry would not dare to bully her again in the future.

At this family gathering, because Nina was cheering Bailey up, she would kill anyone who bullied Bailey, so Bailey felt extremely happy.

As they were about to part, while hugging Nina, Bailey whispered in Nina's ear, "Thank you, Grandma, you're amazing."

"Hey, here's a photo shoot of eight-pack abs." Nina winked playfully at Bailey.

"Wrap it on me, next time for you." Bailey agreed readily.

While waiting for Bailey to get into the car, Henry kept looking at her with an inquisitive gaze.

"Did you know my grandma before?" Henry knew his grandma well and kept a considerable distance from people she didn't know well. But today her grandma offered Bailey to help her to the bathroom, a situation that had never happened before.

"Not at all." Bailey avoided Henry's gaze, fearing that the fellow might spot something.

"So you gave my grandma an unspoken rule?" At dinner today, it was obvious that Nina was showing favoring Bailey. She was tearing off the Buddha and killing the god, not even herself.

"Don't talk nonsense, grandma is a highly respected person."Bailey said.

Highly respected? Henry almost laughed out loud.

He knew best what his grandma was like. On the surface, she looks like a highly respected, serious old lady in charge of the household, but if you get to know her better, you'll understand that she's just an old rascal.

Her heart, like that of a young man, is full of curiosity and passion. She loves traveling, loves music, thinks about climbing the world 's highest peak, can play glass ball with preschoolers at the entrance of an alley, can sit down to read party newspapers and ancient poems every day, and can hold a four-panel comic book and laugh heartily in a rocking chair.

Seriously, if you get close to your grandma, you'll find that she's nothing more than a 79-year-old kid.

"If you don't say it, I can find out." Since he can't get anything out of Bailey, Henry decides to use the "Ten Tortures" on his grandma tomorrow - sugar-coated haws, chocolate beans, beef jerky, chips... There must be something that can pry her mouth open.

"Well, then give it a try."

No matter how many ingenious ideas you come up with, I'll just go with one. No matter how many delicious treats you use to smash the old lady, as long as I have Floyd as my trump card, I'll be more than capable of dealing with you.

The car sped through the night, and Bailey's face was outlined by the light as if it were a bright night-blooming flower. Her crimson lips held a hint of disdain, playful and charming. The woman was beautiful and aloof, with a touch of willfulness and wildness, evoking the deepest desire in the man's heart to conquer her.

Henry reached out his hand, lifted Bailey's chin, and looked at her with deep, dark eyes. "It's fine not to ask grandma, I can ask you, but what shall I use to pry open your mouth?"

Bailey was taken aback. Their faces were so close, and in such a small space in the carriage Henry suddenly turned into a very affectionate look, and she was caught off guard.

"I have an idea." Suddenly, a sinister smile welled up in Henry's lips, and he slowly passed his lips over.

The perfect, thin lips were getting closer and closer to Bailey's mouth.

Bailey suddenly realized what to pry, Henry was going to pry with his mouth.

She should have dodged, but when she tried to turn her head, he hooked her back with his fingers and repositioned her.

She tried to keep struggling, but when she looked up, she saw Henry's eyes, which were like a deep pool, as if her soul had been sucked out all of a sudden. Her mind was in a daze, and a glimmer of anticipation rose in her heart.

What it feels like to kiss, Bailey had never tasted either.

Is it as sweet and astringent as honey, or as rich and fragrant as cheese, or as cold and sweet as ice crystals and snowflakes?

Or else, have a taste?