The petite woman struggled hard to break free from the man's embrace: "I don't want..."
"Then why would you go to Mr. Tea? Wife, you're lying," Xi Yemo stared intently at her shifty eyes.
"I didn't, it was Tian Tian who gave it to me."
Lan Xin Ai wished she could grab Lu Tian Tian out and give her a bite, this girl had made her life so miserable.
"Wife, why would you prefer Mr. Tea instead of your husband to help you? Natural is a thousand times better than artificial,"
Xi Yemo sighed, his fingers gently running through her hair.
"Don't... don't say anymore." Lan Xin Ai glared at him angrily. He compared his hand to 'natural' and tea to 'artificial', this man was truly too wicked.
Yet her half-open, hazy eyes, and slightly parted lips did not carry a hint of intimidation.
Xi Yemo wickedly took in her allure: "Your husband is here."
"Ah…"
"Whimper…" Why did she have to wear a skirt, she would never wear one again.
"Wife, leave everything to me."
