Zhuo Junyue held her, resting his head on her shoulder, "Back then my eyesight was poor, and I was in a terrible mood. When you first came, you called me Uncle Jun with that crisp voice of yours, and you were just eighteen at that time. What else could you be but a little rascal?"
After saying this, Zhuo Junyue's gaze shifted downward, and he said quietly, "Yet the feel didn't seem like an eighteen-year-old's."
Ningyan looked down and found his gaze lingering on her chest.
Ningyan's face immediately turned red as she covered her chest, "You're a father now, still acting all improper."
Zhuo Junyue felt her words were a bit unjust, "Baby, we've been married for a while. Your husband has a license to look at you, legally take you to bed, it's only natural."
Thick-skinned as he was, Ningyan wouldn't discuss such topics with him at times like this.
Anyway, in these matters, she rarely won against him.
"I'm not talking to you anymore."
