Mu Jingxi also laughed, the smile lingering on his thin lips exuding a gentle warmth, melting away his usual icy aura that kept strangers at bay.
Qiao An raised her hand, rubbing his handsome face with amusement. "Smiling looks so good on you. Don't walk around with that cold face all day, like someone owes you millions."
Allowing her soft hands to knead his face, Mu Jingxi maintained a doting smile. "You like it?"
"Mhm!"
She nodded instinctively, only realizing afterward what exactly he was asking!
Mu Jingxi tilted her chin upward, his deep eyes sparkling with captivating light. "Do you like it? Hmm?"
Qiao An let out a grumble, her head burying directly into his chest.
She playfully smacked his chest.
Others might gently punch with small fists—Qiao An, however, was the real deal.
Mu Jingxi grunted lightly, grabbing her wrist with one hand. "Easy now. Are you planning to murder your own husband?"
"Who's my husband?"
"Me."
