Xie Limo chuckled at Yun Bixue's statement. He lowered his head so that their noses were touching—their lips were so close that they almost touched. "So, my wife is saying that I'm the hero while you're the beauty? Didn't you just say that I was in charge of the looks while you were in charge of earning for the family?"
Yun Bixue pursed her lips and pressed them against Xie Limo's. She even stuck her tongue out and licked his lips. Like candy floss, Xie Limo's lips tasted of all sorts of flavors, so much so that she wanted to taste it again. She murmured, "You said that I'm pretty, so I'm the beauty."
Xie Limo pressed a hand behind Yun Bixue's head and deepened the kiss, their tongues intertwining. There was no space for her to retreat, so she could only receive his deep kiss and respond in kind.
