He had just received Song Weiyi's eye warning, and now, coupled with her verbal one, Pei Yibai chuckled softly.
"Wife, are you jealous?" he raised an eyebrow, leisurely observing the changes in Song Weiyi's expression, and asked in good spirits.
"Yes, I am jealous, what about it? Don't forget that you're a married man, keep those flirty butterflies far away from you," Song Weiyi said, her fair little index finger forcefully pointing at his chest.
Say a word, poke once.
"Okay." Pei Yibai enveloped her soft hand with his, pressing her whole hand tightly against his chest.
This heart beats only for the little woman in front of him.
"Do you hear it? It belongs only to you," Pei Yibai said with a light laugh, his gaze intense as he looked at her, her reflection clearly outlined in his pupils.
"Heard it, heard it, hurry up, the meeting is about to start," Song Weiyi, fearing someone might come, hurriedly withdrew her hand.
