"Who… who missed you!" Qiu Ruoxi said, sounding somewhat unconfident as she looked at Ye Xunhuan.
"You didn't miss me?" Ye Xunhuan, looking completely baffled, replied, "Then how did I immediately feel a resentful woman's aura the moment I walked in from outside?"
"It's strong!"
As he spoke, Ye Xunhuan added with emphasis, "Just like a woman stuck in her boudoir!"
Upon hearing Ye Xunhuan refer to her as a woman stuck in her boudoir, Qiu Ruoxi's pretty face instantly darkened, "Ye Xunhuan, who are you calling a woman stuck in her boudoir?"
"Did I say it was you?" Ye Xunhuan, a sly smile playing at the corners of his mouth, gradually showed a look of realization. "Oh, wife, you don't think I was talking about you, do you?"
