Although he always treated her as if she were a child who knew nothing.
Lu Xiao pulled her wrist over and tied the helium balloon string to it, his expression serious as he said, "With this, I can worry a little less."
Even though he always made her walk in front of him, holding her hand, he still feared she would get distracted and slip away from his side.
Wen Xian's lips curled into a soft smile, and suddenly, she tiptoed in the crowd to plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
Lu Xiao's whole body tensed at that moment, he glanced around, then, holding her hand tightly, he quickly left without looking back, his ears slightly reddening.
"So many people, and you don't think to be a bit more discreet."
Wen Xian retorted proudly, "What's wrong with kissing my own husband?"
She wanted to kiss wherever she liked, however she liked.
