Xiao Yuchuan's face was green as he pulled out the chair at the table, "Humph, wife, who allowed you to be so beautiful?"
She raised an elegant eyebrow, "Or should I slash my face with a knife?"
He said with a pained expression, "Still, let's not do that, wife. You're beautiful just a bit too much, slashing a few times would break my heart."
She rolled her eyes, "Xiao Yuchuan, keep dreaming. Did I say I would slash my own face? I meant slashing yours. My face has finally become 'beautiful enough to launch a thousand ships,' why would I ruin it?"
