"Sister Duo, I'm actually not a drinker either," Li Wazi suddenly confessed.
Liu Duo couldn't help but laugh, "You should tell that to Sister Lian, not me."
The more time she spent with Li Wazi, the more interesting she found him to be. It turned out he was nosy and funny too.
Little Lian gave a gentle reply, "I know my husband can't drink much. Sister Duo, he's just saying that he, like Yang and Mo, isn't interested in drinking wine."
When Liu Duo heard that, she smiled and her dimples showed up, "Oh, so that's what he meant."
Why didn't he just say so!
Stunned by Liu Duo's meaningful look at her, Little Lian felt herself blushing. Why did she feel as though she had just been teased by a player?
Li Wazi, who was quite neurotic to begin with, noticed that his wife's cheeks had gone red. Concerned, he asked, "Dear, do you feel hot? Here, let me hold him."
Little Huzi was almost half a year already. He loved to wander around near the dining table.
