Shi Che's dark eyes slightly narrowed, both repressing and empathizing, "In her eyes, am I only capable of embarrassing her?"
He was her husband, yet she didn't even dare to firmly hold onto his hand...
His hand clenched tightly, then slowly loosened. Afterwards, his lips slightly lifted, and his voice, laced with threads of gentleness, spoke, "I'm sorry, I was late."
As his voice fell, Shi Che gently leaned down, his thin lips slowly touching Ling Chuxia's red lips, briefly making contact, his voice becoming more entangling and lingering, "Wife, don't be angry, okay?"
When Shi Che spoke his first sentence, Ling Chuxia was already stunned. So, as Shi Che leaned down, his handsome face slowly approaching hers, her whole being failed to react, just foolishly standing there, letting Shi Che's lips kiss her own.
Lips met, and Shi Che's lips were not as rough and cold as before, but instead soft and warm. It almost felt like a return to their honeymoon.
