Si Yiyan always had a very elegant manner of eating, even when slurping up long, drippy noodles. It showed his well-bred upbringing. He quickly finished that bowl of noodles, down to the very last drop of soup.
Wen Xinya felt very happy on seeing that he had truly enjoyed the noodles.
Having eaten his fill, Si Yiyan leaned against the sofa and watched her quietly. His gaze was serious and focused. Under the warm, yellow lights, her fair and delicate face glowed. Even the exquisite flower hairpin in her hair was not half as lovely as her.
The beige, flowered apron looked comical on him but looked exceptionally charming on her.
His gaze tracked her like a shadow, making Wen Xinya feel rather uncomfortable and peevish. "What are you looking at?"
"I am looking at my little hag-faced wife!" The corners of Si Yiyan curled up in a smile as he blurted out exactly what he was thinking.
