An Jing's eyes were also filled with tenderness, simply because she was looking at her beloved husband.
In the eyes of both, there was not only tenderness for each other but also a profound affection that was too thick to be dissolved.
After gazing into each other's eyes for a while, they lowered their heads to continue grafting.
Thinking of the bet she had just made with Master Zhou and the others, An Jing couldn't help but laugh, "Husband, if these cucumber seedlings survive, the expressions on Master Zhou and their faces will certainly be priceless. Hehe, to have their wives and concubines wash their feet—it'll be even more unbearable for them than a slap in the face."
Xiao Changyi simply continued grafting while indulging and pampering An Jing with a glance.
