"Qiaoqiao!" Yun Mo let go of the shopping cart he was holding, reached out his hand to gently lift her chin, his admiring gaze fell into her eyes.
She met his gaze, her joyous eyebrows lifted slightly, "Hmm?"
"When did you become so cunning?" Yun Mo gave out a chuckle full of approval from his breath, "Even learning how to plot against others in secret?"
"Is it considered plotting?"
"Isn't it?"
"I'm clearly defending you, okay?"
"..."
"Although, it's just a brief dispute with Yun Yifeng, but it lets Yun Yifeng know that although Yun Mo's wife is a country bumpkin, she's not so easy to mess with."
Yun Mo couldn't bear to let go of her smooth chin. Touching its delicate softness felt very pleasant, so he chuckled again, "Since when did you become a country bumpkin?"
Qiao Xiaon'an pushed away his hand and smiled wittily, "Compared to someone high and mighty like you, wouldn't I be considered a country bumpkin?"
