"A virtuous wife should understand her husband at times like this, right?"
"Of course." Song Yunchi kissed the tip of her nose, seeing her sparkling eyes, the smile on his lips deepened a bit, "However, you, my darling wife, don't need to be virtuous."
My darling wife?
Why do these three words sound so embarrassing?
Lu Meng blushed, pushed him away, and brushed her hair to cover up, "Who, who is your darling wife? You shameless rascal!"
Song Yunchi played with the white pom-pom on her Christmas hat, "First, you're younger than me; second, you're my delicate and cherished wife. Now, tell me, what is more suitable to call you with these two reasons combined?"
Lu Meng flipped over and straddled his legs, her hands around his neck, "Call me Queen!"
Song Yunchi's pupils suddenly constricted, fearing she might slip, he immediately wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.
