"Husband, what are you sighing about?"
Zhao Qingmei, having finished tidying up, walked over to An Jing with a face full of curiosity.
Wearing a scattered-flower misty green pleated skirt, with her cherry lips naturally red without any embellishment, and alluringly delicate, two strands of hair beside her cheeks fluttered with the breeze, adding an enticing charm.
"Nothing, I was just thinking the weather is really nice." An Jing looked up at the dimming sky.
"It's nearly dark now; don't lie to me."
Zhao Qingmei placed her palm on An Jing's arm, staring at him with unwavering eyes, and said, "Tell me, are you hiding something from me? I always feel like you're keeping me in the dark."
Feeling the warm body temperature and the faint scent that wafted into his nose, An Jing couldn't help his mind wandering, and he chuckled, "My lady, everything I've said is true."
"Is that so?" Zhao Qingmei cast a doubtful glance at An Jing.
"How could I possibly hide anything from you?"
