Gu Xiaoer saw that his expression hadn't changed and felt relieved. She puckered her oily lips and left a mark on the man's incredibly handsome face, her beautiful eyes curling up with joy. The two of them, in tacit understanding, did not continue the previous topic.
Sometimes, Han Luoli felt that Gu Xiaoer was his antidote, and at the same time, his kryptonite.
For instance, during this quiet night with his darling in his arms, Gu Xiaoer, instead of showing interest in him, was fixated on his suit jacket for quite a while.
Her voice suddenly took on a subdued tone, "Da Luoluo, why is there a lipstick mark on the clothes?"
She was extremely serious as she spoke, her little face scrunched up unhappily.
Han Luoli glanced at her impassively, struggling to contain his thoughts, his tone resolute, "I believe there are no marks."
Only a silly girl like Gu Xiaoer would incriminate herself; he certainly wasn't going to fall for that so easily.
"Eh..." Gu Xiaoer pouted, exhaling with a lack of satisfaction. "Da Luoluo, you're too cunning, not following the script at all. Shouldn't you panic first and then confess to leniency? Hmph, you made it impossible for me to continue my act!"
"Other than you, I won't let any woman get close." Han Luoli seemed to be making a promise, or explaining, his very serious demeanor indeed made Gu Xiaoer's heart tremble.
She still remembered the diamond hairpin found in his pocket. She didn't know his past, his family, or who else might be around him. Aside from a profession and a name, it seemed she knew nothing about him.
Her current feelings were entirely different from the misconception of the first time; she liked him, and he was sincere with her, but why did she feel there was still a vast distance between them...
Was she overthinking, thus doubting if he was only interested in having a relationship with her, which left her feeling insecure?
However, this man's actions, without exception, showed his affection for her. Conflicted and entangled, she eventually let out a sigh and decided to trust him. If he wanted to say something, he would surely tell her.
Gu Xiaoer held Han Luoli's suit jacket with a look of disdain, eying the brandless interior and the buttons that were about to fall off.
"Da Luoluo, isn't the quality of this clothing too poor? The button is about to fall off. It looks high-end, but, tsk tsk, the workmanship is just terrible!" As she complained, she rummaged through the cabinet for something.
Han Luoli's forehead was marked with a few vertical lines—not during their intimacy had he accidentally ripped the button off, and as for the brand...
Amused and slightly annoyed, he watched the young girl ransacking the drawers and wondered what she was up to while quietly consoling himself, "Wife is very naughty, just wait a little longer..."
"Hm? What did you say?" Gu Xiaoer asked, poking her head out from the cabinet, her small frame hunched over.
"Nothing. What are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for a needle and thread. The button has come off, I need to sew it back for you!" Gu Xiaoer rolled her eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, and naturally, she felt it was her duty to do this task.
Though she was also unsure where this sense of duty came from, the terms of endearment like husband and wife, for the most part, she deemed them as sweet nothings. After all, the two of them had never truly established a romantic relationship.
She searched earnestly for the needle and thread, completely unaware of the speechless and stunned expression on Han Luoli's face behind her...
She was going to sew on a button for him?