Even now, surrounded by women, Chen Yi couldn't help but swallow nervously. He hadn't seen her for a while, and while he hadn't thought much of it before, the contrast with the little fox's plainness these past few days unexpectedly made him feel a pang of nostalgia for Min Ming.
Even Chen Yi was astounded at how deeply infatuated he'd become.
Just as Chen Yi lowered his gaze in contemplation,
Min Ming composed herself and, gazing straight at him, spoke with beguiling charm:
"Husband, why… are you here?"
?
Chen Yi froze in astonishment.
Was Min Ming…
Or could it be… I've forgotten something?
His first thought was that somewhere along the way he'd lost his memory, forgotten a time of intimacy with Min Ming… But after running through his recollections and finding no clue, Chen Yi frowned in confusion.
"Min Ming, what are you up to this time?" Chen Yi asked.
Min Ming stopped where she stood, the coquettish charm fading from her face entirely. She exhaled in relief and said:
