"Still looking at her?"
Lin Yuan had been marveling at Aunt Chen, but she had forgotten there was a super-sized jar of vinegar right by her side. It wasn't until Xia Zheng cupped her face with both hands that Lin Yuan chuckled and punched his stomach once: "She's a woman, can't I look at women?"
Xia Zheng dramatically clutched his stomach, mustering a look of extreme pain: "You, you, murderer of your own husband!"
Lin Yuan's ears turned red, and this time she really hit him: "What nonsense! Aren't you ashamed!"
Xia Zheng, amused by her shy demeanor, chuckled "heh heh," took Lin Yuan's small hand into his, and began to playfully knead and rub it, thoroughly enjoying himself.
"You're not permitted to look at women either, from now on, you can only look at me. You shouldn't look at anything else, no matter if it's a man or woman!"
