Su Xiyue looked at Ye Chen with a tender gaze, her eyes brimming with warmth.
Women are emotional creatures, and Su Xiyue was no exception, especially against the backdrop of this beautiful scene blooming with flowers, something she had never witnessed before in her life, so stunning and heart-stirring.
Ye Chen gazed at Su Xiyue's pretty face, her eyes clear as crystal, perfectly reflecting his figure within them.
As if possessed by a mischievous spirit, Ye Chen leaned forward and pecked Su Xiyue's face.
Su Xiyue froze for a moment before regaining her senses, a hint of displeasure flickering through her eyes.
"Jerk,"
she said, visibly annoyed.
The lovely atmosphere was unexpectedly shattered by that jerk, Ye Chen, and Su Xiyue felt nearly infuriated by him.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself, who could resist when the wife is so beautiful, anyone would have done the same."
Ye Chen coughed twice and chuckled with a mischievous grin.
"Still making excuses,"
