Shuddering, Su Qianci felt weak. Li Sicheng chuckled and sucked on her earlobe. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed. He had a subtle smile in his eyes. This woman was so sensitive.
"Ireland… Wedding?"
"Yes, wedding."
"Didn't you say that… You have forgotten…"
"I didn't mean it." Her eyes became wet, and tears started to fall. He covered her face with his hands and wiped her tears away. "Don't cry. Our family is still waiting for us to join them for dinner."
Su Qianci pursed her lips and more tears fell down her cheeks. "Did you mean everything you just said?"
"Why would I lie to you?"
"I thought you loved Tang Mengying."
Li Sicheng wiped her face dry and looked displeased. "Now that is the biggest insult you can give yourself."
Su Qianci couldn't help chuckling.
Biggest insult to herself?
She had never discovered this humorous side of her husband.
