"You..."
Ye Xian remembered she really thought he had been in a car accident earlier, it scared her so much that her soul almost flew away. But now he was joking about it, making her so angry that she clenched her fists and pounded on his chest. Yet the more she hit, the happier the man became. Through his solid chest, waves of clear, hearty laughter vibrated through, giving Ye Xian the illusion that she was tickling him!
She immediately pulled back her hand, huffing! Thick skin and a thicker face!
"What's with this husband stuff? Don't you have any shame?"
Bo Tingshen grasped her little pink fist, smiling faintly, "If I can't have my wife, what use is shame?"
Ye Xian heard "wife," and her face instantly burned like a fiery blaze—what wife... Does he even know what he's saying?
"Xianxian."
Bo Tingshen held her hand, bowed his head, and gently kissed it, "Promise me, be with me, will you?"
