Lan Xin Ai paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Honey, are you trying to be cute?"
Xi Yemo was speechless!
A cool big guy being told he's being cute really undermines his dignity. Cough, cough, he needs to reclaim his dignity, just about to speak.
The little woman's hand rubbed his face, "Honey, why is your skin even better than mine, ****."
She rarely rubs Mr. Xi's face, usually just gives him a kiss, but the feel at this moment is really nice.
"Wife, have you touched enough?"
Mr. Xi raised an eyebrow, being called tender as a big guy feels somewhat weird.
"Not yet."
Lan Xin Ai shook her head, rubbing a few more times: "Honey, how do you maintain your skin?"
Mr. Xi gave a mischievous smile: "Wife's moisturizing."
The little woman's face immediately flushed, shyly saying: "You're so annoying."
"Wife, if you want to be as tender as me, then husband needs to moisturize every night."
"..."
"Come on."
"For what."
