"Heh heh! Zhang Xiaohao, you bastard! So you're Xiao Xue's husband, it's been so hard on me keeping this secret! Tonight, this lady is going to get back at you for all the grievances I've suffered," Su Ruobai chuckled coldly.
In her hand was a brush, and under the moonlight, she stealthily reached towards the apparently sleeping Zhang Xiaohao.
Unaware that the supposedly deep-sleeping Zhang Xiaohao was now smirking at the corners of his mouth, flashing a mischievous smile.
Su Ruobai walked up to Zhang Xiaohao's side, looking down at the "sleeping" Zhang Xiaohao, her exquisitely beautiful face wore a triumphant smirk.
She held the brush poised to draw on Zhang Xiaohao's face, ready to paint a turtle on his cheek.
Just as the brush was about to make contact with Zhang Xiaohao's face, the continuously "sleeping" Zhang Xiaohao suddenly moved his body, his right hand seemingly casually reaching out and catching Su Ruobai's jade-like hand in his own.
