Yan Zao's voice suddenly rang out, "Husband, don't listen to him. Even if Cheng Xingzhi shows up, I'll peel crabs for you."
As she spoke, she reached for a shrimp, proficiently peeled the shrimp meat out, stood up, and fed it to Lan Mu's mouth, "I'll not only peel crabs for you but also shrimp."
Her voice, unlike usual, lacked coldness and clarity, and instead, was filled with charm and tenderness.
Even Lan Mu was taken aback. He lifted his eyelids, staring at the woman's delicate and lovely face, momentarily transfixed. Her eyes shone like stars under the light, flickering with myriad expectations.
Lan Mu's eyes also sparkled briefly, unable to hide the excitement in his heart, and he bit into the shrimp meat in the woman's hand.
In that moment when he opened his mouth, he did not notice Yan Zao's eyes brimming with joy; he was even less aware of the trembling in her hands just now.
