Luo Xi gave him a reassuring look, pulled her hair away from his fingertips, and walked toward the door, saying as she went, "Why should I tell you? You just burn some incense and pray that my mom likes you!"
Yan Fengchi picked up his clothes and followed her into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, resting his head on her shoulder in an affectionate posture. His lips pressed against her chubby earlobe with a strong breath. She dodged, but he didn't force it, instead displaying a persistent attitude: "There's an old saying in China, when a mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, the more she sees, the more she likes him. Haven't you heard?"
"I've also heard an old Chinese saying."
"What is it?"
