"You're the silly one." An Ziqi huffed.
"Yes, I'm the big fool, so I'm just right for you, my little fool." Xiao Moli looked at her, his deep eyes filled with laughter.
An Ziqi pursed her lips, "Shameless."
Xiao Moli laughed nonchalantly, "Yes."
He admitted that quite readily.
A man must be shameless when it's necessary, especially in front of his wife.
If not, if the wife really runs away, there's no time to regret.
An Ziqi was too lazy to bother with him. Having been with Xiao Moli for a long time, she knew better than anyone how thick-skinned he could be.
Compared with him, she couldn't really compete.
Xiao Moli lifted her chin with his hand, his fingertips gently brushing around the bandage on her forehead.
He pressed his lips together, a hint of darkness flashing in his eyes, and asked with concern, "Does it still hurt?"
An Ziqi shook her head, turned over, and cuddled into his arms, pressing her little face against his chest.
