Yu Zexiao once again resorted to a mix of threats and allurements, and finally, Jian Anning "succumbed." She laughed loudly, tears swirling in her eyes, as she grabbed onto his shoulders as if she wanted to pour all her strength into the fingers gripping his shoulders. After a while, she snickered, "I was wrong, husband, I was wrong!"
A light shone in Yu Zexiao's eyes, he had previously called her "wife," but, Jian Anning, it seemed to be the first time she had called him "husband"!
For some reason, that refreshing and pleasant "husband," why did it sound so—delightful?
"What did you call me, say it again?" He suddenly leaned in closer, and at the same time, his hands stopped tickling her and instead, touched her shoulder, gently brushing aside the stray hairs there.
She was still in the throes of his playful banter, her entire face flushed red. Because she hadn't applied any makeup, under the soft lighting, her skin looked like white jade, extremely eye-catching.
