"Young Master, what are you doing? If you're hungry, you should have just called me to do it. Why are you doing it yourself when you don't know how?" Zi Ruoxi squinted her eyes with a smile. She suddenly felt a slight pain in her stomach; no, she really had to hold back her laughter. Quickly, she clapped her hands over her stomach, forcing herself to endure.
"Hehe, still, my wife knows how to care for me!" Qiao Junlie seized the chance to say smugly. He gazed at Zi Ruoxi with her refreshing, absolutely beautiful appearance; right now she seemed like a white lotus in the night, constantly emitting a subtle, heart-pleasing fragrance.
"Tch!" Zi Ruoxi replied, proudly raising her lips with an expression that carried a city-toppling allure and the arrogance of gazing at the world...
