"I didn't..."
Jian Xi wanted to cry, but had no tears, fending off his hand, truly refusing to let him touch her anymore.
Nan Mufeng's gaze grew warmer, he took a deep breath and promised, "This time, I really won't tease you."
"I don't believe you anymore, you've already lost your credibility."
"Really, I promise."
"Hmph! If a man's promise could be trusted, pigs would fly."
Nan Mufeng was at a loss for words. His lifetime of credibility, gone in a single thoughtless moment.
But didn't she realize that torturing him for so long was also quite excessive?
"Wife."
"Don't talk to me, I refuse to deal with you for the next ten minutes."
"Then I'll wait until the eleventh minute."
"..."
Jian Xi sat up, glaring at him, her little face puffing up in anger, flushed, her hair slightly disheveled. She looked like a little milk cat that had just woken up, adorably irresistible.
Nan Mufeng reached for his phone, click, and took a photo.
"What are you doing?" Jian Xi glared at him.