At Least She Was Still Alive

"You dare to tease your husband like this? Let's see how your husband will deal with you."

Xiao Feimo chased after him. Feng Qingying's body was nimble, he continuously avoided Xiao Feimo, and the two chased and played inside the dandelion. The sounds of their laughter kept on ringing out, as though they were two children who had let go of themselves.

After they got tired of running, the two of them chose an empty place to sit down. Nearby were Dandelion s, causing Feng Qingying to lean on Xiao Feimo's shoulder.

"Xiao, you usually keep a straight face. I thought you wouldn't be able to run or jump, but it turns out you are just suppressing your nature."

"Weren't you the same before as well?"

"At least I'm better than you." Feng Qingying felt extremely relaxed.

"I feel happy to see you so happy." Xiao Feimo embraced Feng Qingying, his tone extremely gentle.

"Even if you're happy, it's always mutual. When you're happy, I'm happy too."