Watching An Hao burst into laughter with a serious face as she found excuses for her shamelessness, he said, "You really have a thick face."
"It's only thick for you," Qin Jian said.
An Hao's expression softened a lot, the resentfulness in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a brimming smile: "There's a saying that's quite right! I'm the woman you think about day and night... is that the truth?"
"Of course. Don't believe me, feel it," Qin Jian said, leading her hand to his swelling, "Even if I might lie, it won't!"
Flushed with embarrassment by his words, An Hao quickly tried to withdraw her hand.
"Don't let go! An Hao, it belongs to you," Qin Jian said seriously.
"Oh my! This is so embarrassing," An Hao's face turned red with shyness from his bold and open words. Suddenly, she realized that with all his teasing, she had strayed far off-topic, "Are you doing this on purpose?"
"I just want to make my little wife happy, is that also wrong?" Qin Jian asked.
