The development of the situation was unexpected for Mo Chuxi, but this kiss, this apology, truly was more healing than anything else.
"Qianyuan."
Mo Chuxi held Yan Xinxin's hand, his eyes full of gratitude.
"Being able to marry you in this lifetime, I really have no regrets even if I die."
"Fool."
Yan Xinxin smiled.
"Being able to marry you is my greatest fortune in this lifetime. Don't you think your wife is becoming more and more willful, more and more savage and domineering?"
As she spoke, she reached out and touched his cheek.
"I really hit you hard last night."
"It's okay, being hit by my wife, I'm very happy."
"Mo Chuxi, do you have a tendency for masochism?"
"I'm willing to be tormented by my wife, it's a kind of enjoyment too."
Mo Chuxi's answer made Yan Xinxin unable to help but laugh.
"Alright, let's first finish the cake you made by hand, then calmly discuss something."
"Discuss what?"
Mo Chuxi asked, puzzled.
