Chu Molin was deliberately teasing Qin Xue. He didn't know when it started, but he found that teasing his wife was quite an interesting thing to do, and at least it made him feel happy.
Qin Xue gave up trying to resist and simply let herself go limp in his arms, like a person without bones, letting him hold her. Since he wasn't afraid of people bumping into them and gossiping, there was nothing for her to fear as a modern woman who had seen all kinds of embraces and kisses on the streets in her previous life. As long as she had thick skin, she would be invincible.
Chu Molin raised his eyebrows and tightened his arms around the woman in his embrace, thinking about adjusting her to a more comfortable position. Was she compromising now? Did she mean she wouldn't argue with him anymore?
Well, as long as he got to hold his soft and fragrant wife, that was all that mattered.
Qin Xue comfortably leaned against Chu Molin, her thoughts drifting away as she unconsciously moved her hand.
