Qin Feng tweaked her little nose, glared, and said, "Xiaoxia, stop talking nonsense. If your sister hears you, she'll lose her temper again!"
Lin Xia rubbed her nose, lifted her face, and grinned mischievously, "I won't tell my sister if you kiss me. Just one kiss, and I'll let you off!"
Qin Feng rolled his eyes, "Xiaoxia, since you call me brother-in-law, that makes you my little sister-in-law. Tell me, when have you ever seen a brother-in-law kiss his own sister-in-law?"
Lin Xia gave him a sly look, "You're wrong. The sister-in-law is supposed to be part of the brother-in-law's dowry. How does that song go? If you wanna get married, don't marry someone else, marry me. Bring your sister, bring your dowry, ride that carriage and come!"
She started humming a tune, and Qin Feng couldn't help but laugh.
Qin Feng hadn't seen Lin Xia for a while—this chick had changed, now had a vibe like she was above all earthly concerns.
Honestly, he was finding it tough to resist her demand.
