Under the candlelight, Jiang Hanyun turned her head away, not daring to look directly at Li Xuan.
His gaze felt like a wolf selecting its prey to Li Xuan, ready to devour her whole, making Jiang Hanyun feel like a little white rabbit awaiting slaughter.
Jiang Hanyun was at a loss, feeling uncomfortable all over, and instinctively clenched her fists, "Hey! Li Xuan, if you keep leering at me like that, I'm going to hit you!"
Li Xuan couldn't help but twitch the corners of his lips, wondering who had led Hanyun astray to always resort to violence when faced with a problem.
But he had plenty of ways to deal with this violent little fox.
Li Xuan did not recoil but instead took hold of Jiang Hanyun's hand, his gaze becoming even more affectionate and intense, "It's strange for my lady to say that. You are my wife; how could I not look at you?
