The seriousness of young master Xi could truly shatter in an instant under the temptation of certain things.
However, before he could do anything, the next second, Xia Wanwan let out a faint sound of pain.
"Hmm..."
"What's wrong?" Xi Muchen asked, his voice carrying obvious nervousness, and the teasing smirk on his face disappeared completely.
"It hurts..."
Xia Wanwan said softly, and just as she uttered a word, the man anxiously examined her, his voice softening like a curve of spring water, "Where does it hurt? Tell your husband!"
"My waist…" Xia Wanwan said, her voice so full of grievance, she really loved to act spoiled with Xi Muchen.
A woman might not like to act spoiled possibly because it's useless with the person she is trying to coax, as they might not have much of a reaction. But with someone like Xi Muchen, who would lift you up high just for acting a bit spoiled, what woman wouldn't enjoy it?
