The man's words made Su Xiaoli's face instantly turn red to the tips of her ears.
She bit her lip, and cautiously glanced at him:
"You... you remember everything."
She thought she was the only one who knew about the events of their wedding night.
Qin Yihan curved his lips into a smile and served her another bowl of rice, pushing it toward her mouth:
"Of course I remember everything."
"Besides that, Mrs. Qin was very enthusiastic that night, stamping me..."
"You still..."
Before the man could finish his sentence, Su Xiaoli quickly used her uninjured hand to cover his mouth.
Her face was so hot it felt like she could fry pancakes on it:
"Don't... don't say any more!"
Qin Yihan smiled, elegantly pulling away her small hand, his eyes tender:
"Feeling shy now?"
"I thought the Mrs. Qin who, on our wedding night, not only ate the chicken in my stead but also stealthily kissed me and stamped me... wouldn't be shy."
