Qin Xue looked at the man's profile. "What if I insist on telling you?"
Chu Molin lifted the corner of his lips in a smile. "Then go ahead, I'm all ears."
Qin Xue was almost blinded by his smile.
Oh my gosh! This man is unfairly handsome. It's too much.
"But I suddenly don't feel like saying it anymore." Qin Xue answered with a gentle and playful smile.
Chu Molin sighed with a helpless smile. His wife was becoming cheekier by the day.
"Alright, if our Xue'er doesn't want to say it, then she doesn't have to." He then patted her on the head.
"Hey, what's your deal? Why do you always like to stroke my head? You're messing up my hair!" Qin Xue complained with a pout.
Chu Molin's gaze lingered on her rosy lips, looked around quickly, bent down and stole a quick kiss from her attractive lips, then straightened up again.
"You, you, you..." Qin Xue widened her eyes, stuttering with no words coming out.
