Huang Xiaolong was being pulled out of the courtyard by Li Lu when he furrowed his brow and said, "Look here, little girl, stop pulling on me like that. You'll make people misunderstand."
Li Lu was startled and then let out a coy laugh, revealing two small dimples on her face, "What's the harm in a misunderstanding? I am your wife, and it's quite normal for a wife to hold her husband's hand! I'm not afraid of any misunderstandings! Also, don't call me little girl anymore, I'm already quite grown up!" she said, puffing out her underdeveloped chest.
A bead of sweat trickled down Huang Xiaolong's forehead.
Wife?!
Quite grown up?! He glanced at Li Lu's chest, which had yet to even begin developing, and couldn't help but smile wryly inside—it was still flat as a plain.
Seeing Huang Xiaolong staring at her chest, Li Lu's face flushed red and she spoke in a low voice, "You, staring at people like that, it makes me embarrassed, especially with so many people around."
