Qiu Ruoxi's flawless melon-seed face was covered in cold frost, while her bright eyes, bright as the moon, were also like icy blades, filled with chill.
Ye Xunhuan did not leave but grinned thick-skinned, "Wife, are you angry?"
"I told you to get out, didn't you hear!"
"Wife, don't be angry!" Ye Xunhuan chuckled, "Tonight I still want to hold you in my sleep …"
"You …"
"Wife, I was wrong!" Upon seeing Qiu Ruoxi about to burst into anger, Ye Xunhuan quickly lowered his head, like a child who had made a mistake, his hands also clutched together, appearing very nervous.
Seeing this posture of Ye Xunhuan, Qiu Ruoxi was both irritated and amused, but also wondered, could this scoundrel be pulling out his acting skills, comparable to that of an award-winning actor, again?
Qiu Ruoxi snorted coldly, "What wrong could you, Young Master Ye, possibly have? It's all the little woman's fault, shouldn't have yelled at you!"
