"Are you serious? Listening to you, you sound like such a dainty little wife,"
Edward leaned his face against Mallia Mamet's shoulder, then rubbed it, burying his head into the nape of her neck.
"Yeah, what's wrong with being a dainty little wife? You're stunningly beautiful outside, and you earn money to support the family."
Where did he learn all this from! Edward gave Mallia a complex collision of feelings.
With the looks of a British gentleman, his Chinese didn't sound out of place at all; if you didn't look at his face, you might think he was Chinese, and the things he said were completely infused with Chinese idioms.
"It's not that you can't, but you definitely can't just stay at home all day. With your looks, you should go out and dazzle everyone!"
Edward raised an eyebrow, lately feeling almost too happy to be true, Mallia actually complimented him like that!
"As long as you're comfortable with me going out, I have no problem at all!"
