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Every time Si Yuting kissed her, he just kissed her, at most holding her and steadying her head, very proper, which made her seem overly eager and frivolous.
Speaking of which, she slid her hand under the hem of Si Yuting's shirt.
Touching her lawfully wedded husband's abs wasn't too much, right?
But before she could reach them, another pair of warm and large palms caught her hand and pulled it out.
The man very restrainedly pulled down the corner of Qu Tong's shirt that she had lifted up.
"Don't mess around, behave," he said, his voice warm with affection, but Qu Tong heard a warning in his words.
Qu Tong pouted, showing her dissatisfaction.
Si Yuting was somewhat helpless.
She was clearly a delicate and soft girl, sometimes shy but at other times so proactive it was overwhelming.
Sometimes he wondered if he was being unfair to her.
Si Yuting sighed imperceptibly, pulled his little wife into his arms, and stroked her hair soothingly.
