If They Don't Kiss, Their Mouths Will Itch

"Wow," Liu Siyu teased. "You're smiling so widely at your man that your eyes are slits."

"No, they're not," Fang Xiaonuan retorted. "They have become lines."

When the bell rang, Fang Xiaonuan left her belongings and ran straight to her husband. "Hubby, I didn't let you send me this morning, but you came to pick me up in the afternoon. Did you miss me that much?"

Ji Lingchen had been with his little wife for a long time, and he had slowly learned how to coax people. He immediately applied what he had learned. "I thought of you while I was working. I'm not in the mood for meetings, so I got off work early to pick you up."

Fang Xiaonuan's smile grew even wider, but she still lectured her husband, "You can't always be like this. You can't just leave your office like this. What if the company goes bankrupt because all you think about is me?"

Ji Lingchen ruffled his wife's soft hair. "You didn't even take your books?"