She held the purse and walked up to him, saying, "Yan Sihan, do you like this purse? Next time, I'll embroider one for you carefully."
As she looked up to speak, a dragonfly-touching-water-like kiss landed on her forehead, staying briefly before departing.
She couldn't help but feel a bit shy. Even though they were already a married couple, she would still find it difficult to breathe and blush every time they were intimate.
After securing the purse, she raised her face again, a hazy smile in her apricot eyes. The man looked down at her, from her eyes to her chin, carefully examining her entire face.
Pursing her lips, she suddenly stood on her tiptoes, quickly kissed his thin lips, and quickly retreated.
There was a noticeable pause in Yan Sihan's expression. She didn't look away but boldly continued to stare at him.
Anyway, she knew that Yan Sihan was injured, so even if she annoyed him, he wouldn't do anything to her.
