Long Rui looked at Xuexue with charm, seriously saying, "Dear, you're definitely lying."
Xuexue raised her delicate eyebrow: "Oh, why do you say that?"
Long Rui: "Where else could you find such a handsome husband like me? You're feeling unwell, what else could it be but lying?"
"Bang!"
An embroidered ball fell to the ground, not hitting Long Rui. He immediately turned his head with a grin: "I knew you couldn't bear to hit me, you're just putting on a show."
"Stop being so vain!"
"Could it be that you're not bewitched by my beauty?"
"With a face like yours, you call that beauty?" Xuexue's tone was full of disdain, but her eyes betrayed her.
The outside sky was lightening, and the light streaming through the window made everything in the room clearly visible.
