Song Weiyi's forehead throbbed, and she glared at him while Pei Yibai pretended not to notice.
This time, however, he didn't drag Song Weiyi back, but teased instead, "As for what to say, I don't mind if my wife confesses to me a few more times."
It would be best if you said "I love you" maybe three or fifty times.
"In your dreams," Song Weiyi made a face at him and hopped away.
What had just happened was smoothing things over, but just when Pei Yibai had smoothed out his feathers, she, Song Weiyi, was ruffled again.
There was no way she'd obediently say something like "I love you," not now when she was angry, angry, and angry!
"How about, I confess to my wife?" Pei Yibai asked, feigning depth.
Song Weiyi, who had been about to go out to find food, paused at his words, clearly tantalized by Pei Yibai.
Her bright eyes shifted, and she nodded with a smile, "Is that a heartfelt truth? Since my husband has suggested it, it would be rude of me to refuse."
