Joanna Lawrence pouted a bit, still dissatisfied: "So, in your eyes, do I not have any feminine charm?"
He called her a little girl.
Didn't that mean she lacked femininity?
Joanna didn't like being seen as a little girl by him.
Ashton Heath thought seriously about this question and shook his head: "Not entirely."
"Not entirely?"
"Hmm." He suddenly hooked up an ambiguous smile at the corner of his lips, leaned in closer to her, and whispered a few words in her ear.
Joanna's fair face was suddenly covered in a crimson blush, her little fist hit his chest, and she glared at him fiercely: "Hooligan!"
"Yes, hooligan." Ashton doted on her soft white hand, lightly kissed it, and said, "I'm only a hooligan to my wife. What's there to be so serious about in front of my wife?"
Joanna: "..."
Ugh, what a scoundrel!
*
Ashton Heath took Joanna Lawrence to a high-end bespoke fashion boutique.