"Is that so?" Mo Junhua raised his eyebrows, seemingly thinking of something, and moved his stool to sit opposite Lan Tian. "What am I like in your memory?"
Lifting Lan Tian's hand, he carefully wiped it clean, his movements gentle as if he were handling a treasure. Lan Tian naturally spread her fingers, waiting for Mo Junhua's service, and after wiping her hands, she pouted her mouth, signaling Mo Junhua not to forget to wipe it.
Seeing Lan Tian's coquettish behavior, a smile filled Mo Junhua's eyes. He leaned over to wipe her mouth, his gaze lingering on her lips. After cleaning Lan Tian's mouth, Mo Junhua naturally stuffed the handkerchief into his pocket, while Lan Tian sprawled on the bed, squinting her eyes in reminiscence.
"Cold, unapproachable. Extremely bad, letting that woman bully me, even though I am your wife. But you never see me, treating me as if I were invisible."
