Su Qingyue turned around, and because she was holding the oil lamp in her left hand and her right wrist was injured, she didn't hit Xiao Yuchuan for what he did, instead just frowning and staring at him, "What are you doing?"
He touched his nose, "Just smelling if you stink or not." Seeing her unhappy expression, as if she disliked him so much, he wanted to tease her deliberately, "You stink."
"Really?" She had already smelled herself and had not stunk since she had taken five baths.
"Huh?" He looked at her strangely, "Wife, you're not angry?"
She put the oil lamp on the chair, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why would I be angry?"
"Angry that I said you stink..." he said with a grin, "We made an agreement that I will only kiss you if you beg me. If you don't beg me, I won't take the initiative to kiss you."
"When did that happen?" She had no idea. She probably couldn't hear it when Xiao Yuchuan made the decision for her. But she wouldn't be silly enough to deny it.
