"Husband..." Bai Xiao hurriedly sat up to check his chin.
Ye Huang grunted, his brows tightly knit, "It's nothing."
Bai Xiao knew it really hurt because she had been hit there before, and it was painful enough to bring tears to her eyes.
She didn't know how to alleviate his pain and, after thinking, she leaned in to blow on it.
"Whoosh, whoosh—"
The gentle breeze blew earnestly.
Ye Huang really wanted to laugh, but his jaw ached, "Perhaps it needs a kiss."
Without a second word, Bai Xiao planted a smack right on him.
"Does it still hurt?"
"Not anymore."
Ye Huang stroked her face, his eyes filled with tenderness, "The Qixi Festival falls on August 19; how about we set our wedding date for that day?"
"Tsk tsk, so you want to combine two celebrations into one, saving a gift, huh?" Bai Xiao chuckled slyly, teasing him with her eyes.
Ye Huang: "..." Did he lack money to buy gifts?
